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I think we should have a turn of phrase for "I'm not in the right, but I AM annoyed with this situation, so I just need to go bitch to a friend about this before I suck it up and go do the right thing" because more and more I'm finding this is a critical element of functional adulthood.
#the person who's re-emailed me asking for help with something: yes I should get back to you. yes I will get back to you#but in the meantime I will look at the email like 'I am busy right now! I have deadlines! do not bother me about this unrelated thing!'#and like in 15 minutes when I'm ready to be an adult again I'll get back to them
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Some folks were asking whether the frames in the new trailer were hand-drawn: yah!
I tape them to my desk and just draw little crosshairs on each so I can line them up post-scanning. I tried to get a pegboard but they were too small ToT Paper for ants...
#slay the princess#indie animation#artistic process#sorry to all animators for the jankiness of my setup#i am learning all this on an eternal deadline lmao#but i am learning!!#i used to not even do the crosshairs and just told myself “i'll know how to line them up right :)”#that was not so
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i love your riddle design so much, he's so pointy and british. so gracious. do you think he would enjoy a brazilian goiabada
thank you! ❤️🖤❤️ it's just. important to me on a level I can't explain that Riddle have an extremely pointy nose that he can stick into everyone else's business.
also goiabada is sweet and fruity and red, I think he would like it very much indeed!
not me stealth-editing because I forgot his antenna whoops
#art#twisted wonderland#me: riddle's nose is important to me (draws him without a nose)#a study in contrasts?#regardless it is my power as a fanartist to let riddle eat sweets and by god i'm going to use it#i also love british riddle. briddle. it's just RIGHT.#i think about how someday the anime will come out and get dubbed and riddle is going to have Generic Anime Boy Voice#instead of the most over-the-top prim little benedict cumberbatch accent like he does in my HEART#and the world shall be poorer for it. alas.#i also think it would be VERY funny if malleus had a super exaggerated french accent because something something french fairytale#i am probably alone in this however#(sorry still trying to catch up on everything!)#(all of my focus has been going towards Deadlines so hopefully i will have space to think...eventually :')#(i still have some main story things cookin' and i JUST finished tsumsted 3: the squeakquel so uhhh)#(there may be a bit of a flood at some point. you've been warned.)
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Happy belated Songkran! #songkranfest2024
#kimchay#kinnporshe#songkranfest2024#as a mod i am allowed to submit technically just past the deadline it is my RIGHT T-T#i wanted to do something w porsche and chay pre canon with actual ceremony stuff but i have been so burnt out this took everything in me#pls accept my humble offering#kpdoodles#doodles
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Been wanting to try to digitally paint sunset clouds for a while now, remembered this shot in FOTR exists, and sort of blacked out the past few days working on it.
#i wanted to lean into the fact that the cloud on the right is dragon-shaped and made the others around it more flamey#then remembered feb 10 is the lunar new year and 2024 is the year of the dragon#so i gave myself the arbitrary deadline of getting it done by today#my dehydrated ass was up until 4AM finishing it#in the 'i am very much enjoying this to the slight detriment of my physical health' way i'm sure many of us are familiar with#the hypers be fixating#did we learn anything or will we forget absolutely everything about the process after a couple days?#only time will tell#i had fun and did a thing though so yay!#lotr#fotr#🐉
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Aziraphale had always been able to feel when a place was loved. As an angel, love was very much in his remit. Often it was just a sense of warmth in a local coffee shop, or the infusion of countless weddings into the stone walls of a church keeping damp at bay. Tadfield had been a special case, Adam’s love for the place multiplying the feeling to almost unfathomable levels, but every close-knit village across the country hummed with a similar, albeit it far subtler, joy.
It was therefore not particularly strange to settle into the Bentley, reading himself for the drive to Edinburgh, and feel a wave of love from the vehicle. Crowley had loved the car for ninety years. That kind of attachment couldn’t possibly not leave a mark. Usually when Aziraphale was in the Bentley, he was sitting beside Crowley, whose terrible emotion processing skills worked hard to suppress the feelings, but now Aziraphale was alone he could tell the car was so clearly cherished. He couldn’t help but smile, running his hands over the leather of the steering wheel to reassure the car that he’d take good care of it, because it clearly mattered to Crowley so deeply.
It was thirty miles out of London that Aziraphale started to become aware that there was something slightly different about the love infused into the Bentley. Usually it went one way, a place was loved but it couldn’t really love back. The car, however, seemed almost fond of him. It played classical musical when Aziraphale asked it nicely, the horn honked merrily rather than with the aggression Crowley usually forced from it on the rare occasions he thought it worth using at all. The travel sweets and the new yellow detailing, the comfortable and warm leather seats, the safe driving speed – Aziraphale could feel the Bentley desperate to please him.
It was only after Crowley checked in through the radio that Aziraphale realised what was going on. It seemed mad to even think it, but it was the only logical answer. Crowley’s love, not just for the Bentley but for Aziraphale specifically, was laced into the fabric of the car, so strongly it was echoing back. He would never have believed it, but the same feeling he got from the car was threaded under Crowley’s words. He might have complained about the yellow paint and the travel sweets, but really he was checking in to make sure Aziraphale was alright. After millennia of existing together, Aziraphale had learnt to read between the lines. So when Crowley asked him to drive faster, he knew that didn’t mean put yourself in danger to get my car back to me quicker, it meant get yourself back to me as fast as possible, because I feel better when I know you’re safe. Aziraphale knew better than to point it out, but he also wasn’t going to protest – he loved a good caper, but he knew he’d also feel better when he was back at the bookshop. Back with Crowley.
#ineffable husbands#crowley#good omens#aziraphale#aziracrow#the bentley#i cannot tell you how much i am procrastinating right now#I have a very important deadline#but enjoy this little drabble instead#that car loves aziraphale because crowley loves aziraphale and i will not hear otherwise#GoodOmensDrabbles
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Just imagining, that in a scenario where Mav adopts Hangman or realizes that Jake is his son and takes him in. And it was rough at first as they get to know one another, the growing pains and all that, but they eventually found stability, strength, and love with one another.
But one day, Hangman did something that scared the shit out of Mav, that pissed him off so badly that he starts berating Hangman, shouting and all that. Hangman and the others have never seen Mav mad often, but Mav was just so terrified.
Jake just stands there jaw clenched, as he took it all. Scared that he fucked it up for good, putting his hands behind his back to make sure that Mav doesn't see them trembling.
Eventually Mav ends with a, "What can you say for yourself, Lieutenant Seresin!?"
And Jake opens and clenches his mouth shut, like a gaping fish, brow furrowed, but eyes looking straight forward, as if he was staring at nothing or at the wall behind Mav. Looking straight ahead, yet no where at the same time.
Everyone waits with baited breathe, waiting for Hangman to fight back, retort, or snap back with snarky comments because it's Hangman.
"I'm sorry, da-" Jake audibly snapped his jaw shut, wincing, "I'm sorry Captain Mitchell, it won't happen again." Jake paused, "I'm sorry." He said the added apology quietly, but it reverberated loudly throughout the room.
Mav took a deep breathe before dismissing all of them, leaving him in the empty classroom to collapse on his desk. Wondering if he had ruined the relationship with the son he just got. Thinking if he could have handled it better. Was his son scared of him, now?
Jake's limbs was heavy as he trudged back to his apartment. He was wracked with guilt, wondering why was he so abrasive, why did he always push, push, and push. Why did he fuck up so constantly. Why was he so Hangman and why couldn't he be better?
He went through the motions of cleaning himself up after he went home and curled up in bed to just, sleep the sadness away.
Mav lugged himself into Ice's office, where his husband was working on his desk and he moves behind his chair and wraps his arms around the man, burying is face in Ice's hair, as if to hide his shame.
"What's wrong, Mav?"
"I-I think I scared, Jake," Mav mumbled. "He couldn't even call me, dad."
Ice pulls the whole story out of Mav before he tries to comfort him saying that he and Jake will work things out. How fathers and sons always will have their ups and downs. Fathers are always scared that their sons will turn out too much like them, after all. Also, they are still captain and lieutenant, Jake was probably trying to keep rank.
The last part even Ice said hesitantly, Mav was never shy about letting his kids call him what they want. Neither was Jake.
"Oh god, I-I left him, Ice, I didn't talk to him, I--"
"Shh, maybe so, but you both needed some space, you can go to him, now, bring him home." Ice said, turning to pull Mav fully in his arms. "Everything will be fine."
Mav ends up outside of Jake's housing. Ice waiting in the car, he knocks. No answer. He knocks again. No answer. He gets worried, checking back to see if Jake's car really was there. He grabs a spare key and opens the door, the apartment eerily quiet.
He never notice how bare the apartment really was, Jake always took a lot of space.
His boots were there, though, so were his car and house keys.
He walked into his son's bedroom, softening at the sight of him curled up in bed. He moved closer sitting on the edge as he ran a hand through his son's hair, frowning at the warmth emanating from the boy's forehead. Although, he did see the boy's face softened.
Jake's eyes fluttered open, blearily peering up at him, "Dad?" He asked softly tugging at Mav's heart, inspiring him to lean down and kiss his forehead.
My son.
"Hey kiddo, you good?"
Jake blinked up at the soft kiss, before the day's events came rushing back to him, "Sir I--"
"You never have to call me, sir, okay? It's fine if you don't want to call me dad," Mav said, choking out the last part. "But, you'll always be my son, even when I'm mad, or even if you are mad, you will always be my son, unless you never want to be again."
Jake stared up, suddenly fully awake before jolting up and quickly wrapping Mav in a tight hug. The angle was awkward, but Mav didn't care. His son was in his arms.
Mav tightened his hold around his boy, cradling his head on the crook of his shoulder. Hushing him softly.
"I'm sorry, dad," Jake muttered.
"It'll be okay, we're okay," Mav muttered, holding his son a bit more tighter.
#fanfic#top gun maverick#top gun#top gun fandom#jake hangman seresin#jake seresin#pete maverick mitchell#mavdad#tom iceman kazansky#ice pops#iceman x maverick#icepops#icemav#father son#found family#for some reason I write more when I have a looming deadline#i am procrastinating so hard right now#but he this is more fun#need some escapism in my life
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Well, this aged like cow manure. That is to say, that I have shit to show for it, but I made something I can grow good stuff in.
Metaphors aside, I didn't realize the deadline was at midnight of September 30th instead of noon or even midnight of October. Haha, well that went as well as expected.
Sleepy September, my monthly game jam, is here!
Welcome to the 7th monthly game jam that will be hosted on my itch.io page!
In this game jam, your objective is to create a game where rest and coziness are the focus! But what are some examples?
Well, you could create a game where the main focus is to actually catalogue the players sleep so they maintain a solid schedule, or it could be about a super cozy town with a comfy inn and you're the innkeeper, or it could be a game about farming or tending to animals! All that needs to be present are some comfy, cozy vibes!
Your games can be tabletop games OR digital games. Anything that gets your mind in the realm of game design is all that matters to me!
IMPORTANT: All games made at any point in time are allowed, but it is HIGHLY encouraged to make games only while this game jam is active. This is a chance to exercise your creative skills AND get your game out there, not just one or the other!
ALSO IMPORTANT: Under no circumstances are people who submit games with bigoted tones, ideologies, or dogwhistles allowed in this game jam. If your work is bigoted in any way, it can and will be rejected for submission. You have no place in my community, and please do not play my games at your tables. Also, please no NSFW submissions (you know what I mean by that).
(This is part of a game jam series where, every month, I will host a game jam focused on a theme that begins with the same letter as the month. Please feel free, even after the game jam ends, to make your game if you didn’t meet the deadline. I believe in you!)
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This jam runs through the end of the month, so get in your games while you can! Happy making!
#sleepy september#sleeping willow#ttrpg design#ttrpg#deadlines am i right#indie rpgs#game jam#i'm laughing but i'm really screaming because i worked really hard and deadlines are my motivation
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so....ignoring the fact that it took me three (3) weeks to get through um. twenty-six (26) pages. it's totally reasonable to try to speedrun revisions of the next thirty-two (32) in like six (6) hours tomorrow, right, Asking For A Friend,
#text#personal#writing#in btw#driscoll#ez do NOT interact#if im On It i think i MIGHT be able to do it#i might forget to eat tho 💀#i have so many chores also to do about it too#laundry. bathroom. baking. grocery.#feed dogs.#FUCK IT IM GONNA TRY#if it bleeds to monday it bleeds to monday but it canNOT go beyond monday i stg!!!!!!!#i have to type all this shit up at some point but that could wait til after article 🫣#the article has a Real Deadline the revision has a fake moving deadline#CRYING WHY AM I STILL UP#oh right its the dopamine surge
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I am incredibly proud of this cover I made for a project so you guys have to look at it :3
#my art#marx kirby#marx kirby fanart#kirby#my ocs#this took me like two weeks because procrastination and as much as I love making art I am the most slowest person known to man#DO NOT GIVE MY ASS A DEADLINE I WILL NOT MAKE IT!!!!!#boo mario#dry bones#waddle dee#waddle doo#Jigglypuff#Sobble#Im so lucky my science teacher lets me mostly work at my own pace#I spend years thinking about poses and looking for references to use and then picking out the right colors#I am so incredibly proud of this :3#I would have drawn Taranza and Magolor but I got too scared because I am cringe but I am not free 🥀🥀🥀🥀#also I couldn’t find out how I wanted to draw them in the amount of time I gave myself :p#hence why five of my ocs are there instead#but their symbols are still there (magolors gears and a spider web for Taranza)#also I lost my good black color pencil which was so smooth on the paper 💔
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Lottie with a little ghost cat, for @silly-goofy-mood for the npc draw and scrawl over at @uc-fan-events! i had to use a image of haley and his cat for a loose pose reference, its too perfect
#my arbt#unprepared casters#the glacarian trail#i am. skating in right on the deadline for my art for this. june was So Busy for me adsfasdf
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Everything for Zandicktober is queued and ready to go I'm never doing that again and as a treat for myself I think I shall write some harrowing angst now (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
#I say 'now' but really I mean 'later'#because right now I should be writing on my blasted thesis#got half of the materials and methods section down and I have five months until deadline#I refuse to let this be a repeat of my bachelor where I kept having to push back writing the thing to do experiments#it's gonna be dottore sorry guys#but yeah I see all my mutuals go into other characters and I love that for them and I wish I could do it as well#but I am just currently way too attached to that stupid man#crow screaming
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girl who deserves a gold sticker for having a mature and measured relationship conversation instead of letting the self sabotage tendencies win
#:)#sometimes you're an unreliable narrator going through an unnoticed mental health episode#that makes you think and perceive untrue things!#rn i am still thinking and perceiving these things but i have talked it out#and rather than spiralling so bad it warps things#i am focusing very much on short term getting by#i have deadlines this week and a hospital appointment and anything else will not matter until it is here#i am NOT making irrational judgement calls i am instead letting people drag me out of the sludge pit#once i am in a better headspace i will assess how i feel again but only then#at present i can't trust my judgement and that's okay! just gotta get thru the here and now :3#charli xcx was right......it really is crazy girl shit
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Random question, but anyone want to do a writing exchange?
#delete later#i’m doing one right now and it’s making me !!!!!!!!!!#probably the worst time to say this after what i said last night but…..#i am a new person today uwu#this would be for a fic ideally 1-2k words#this is open to both mutuals and followers#there won’t be any hard deadlines bc i am a slow writer#i am not picky with what i request of other people#i just want to find more people to follow
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current writing mood
#the important thing when a deadline is hunting you for sport is to not panic#which means. as much as I'm tempting to start frantically cramming right this second#i am going to not#i will instead. meet my normal word count goal. and stop there#and rest. because i'm on the tail end of a slightly busy weekend#and dont' want to overdo it rn. because that's not setting myself up for success later#so. i will chill tonight and go to bed on time#so that TOMORROW#i can strategically and efficiently. write like 10000 words or something#<- not that many#what I will actually do is perhaps increase my daily word count slightly for the next six days. and also#make an effort to go beyond it. that will be my minimum#and I will have schedules writing sessions and breaks#and I am going to get this fuckign thing done#calmly and collectively#and on time#i believe in me i think I can do this#i WILL do this#and it's going to be fun#and worth it
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#waiting to start not one but TWO immunosupressants and knowing exactly what date it's going to happen is so weird#because there's a deadline on your immune system now#and i spend most of the time not really thinking about it and then out of nowhere I'll be like#oh yeah#in just under two weeks I won't have my good immune system anymore#i wont be able to rely on it as i always have because it won't be there#and i know Exactly when it's going to happen#it's. in all honestly it feels bizarrely like being at the vets when sobi was put to sleep#it was the right thing to do it was the right time to so it and i knew it was coming#we need to do this so my immune system doesn't keep eating my intestines in its fervour#it's the right thing to do it's the right time to do it it's needed and necessary but I'm grieving all the same#yes okay maybe it's stupid to equate starting immunosuppressants with my pet dying#maybe im being overdramatic about all this#ive had people tell me it probably wont be that bad it'll probably just give me a normal system j shoudl stop stressing about all this#i should stop feeling so sad about all this#and that doesn't help one fucking bit#i do feel sad about this. i feel very sad about this. i am experiencing grief about this#dont tell me to make my emotions smaller#the nurse said i would could as high risk. that i will need to avoid people who even just have colds#this is not a small change. this is me losing something i have relied on for my entire life#something i have taken a stupid pride in for my entire life#and it feels just like being at the vets. gently stroking sobi's head as he died#putting him to sleep. putting my immune system to sleep. telling it did well#it'll come back one day i know (i hope) but for now it has a deadline#crunchy rambles
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