#might make these into stickers or something

[holmoris]

I think it's worth describing how absolutely insane that achievement is because it's above and beyond the level of catching munchlax in pokemon d/p/p and may be the single most painful achievement I've ever seen in a videogame.

TL:DR: Catching every pokemon in a Pokemon game and then doing a series of nuzlocke runs that results in every single pokemon appearing in the hall of fame at least once would be significantly faster than getting this achievement.

Balatro's got a bunch of stakes that function as its analogue to Slay the Spire's ascensions, difficulty levels you have to beat sequentially that make the game marginally harder in some way that compounds with the previous difficulty increases. Gold is the final stake and it and the stake or two before it are difficult to the point where the dominant strategy involves restarting the game over and over until you have perfect RNG on ante 1. Even playing optimally you need a significant amount of good luck to be able to win a gold.

For people who haven't actually played Balatro, it has a sort of inventory system with five slots that you can fit special cards (jokers) into comparable to an RPG where all five pieces of equipment just give you random bullshit effects instead of stats. The core strategy over the course of the game is setting up and refining a ridiculous triggered combo between your jokers and on gold all five slots are basically required to be involved in each hand in order for you to have a shot at winning (often you need more than 5 slots to put together a combo on gold as well, as there's a rare way to increase your slot count for the game that gold tends to require).

So, here's where it goes off the deep end. There are 150+ unique jokers (each split into rarity tiers like a CCG) and winning a run will add a little sticker of whatever stake's color to the corner of each joker you were holding when you finished. A good chunk of these jokers require you to unlock them by winning a run with particular criteria for them to even enter the pool as well. The criteria for the gold sticker achievement is getting a gold sticker on every single joker in the game, and a chunk of jokers in that 150 are ones that can't meaningfully contribute to a combo, can self-destruct, or are just ridiculously hard to build around. If you're playing one of the easier decks and have perfect luck you *might* be able to win a gold with a 3-joker combo and two bullshit deadweight ones, but it's going to be a rarity.

Put all this together and you get a picture of the absolute sisyphean hell that is this achievement. At the minimum you need to 100% everything else in the game just to get the jokers unlocked, and then you're looking at having to do the following runs on gold, hypothetically (ballpark numbers; I'm not doing permutation statistics at 8AM ever again):

30+ winning gold runs with absolute perfect luck assuming you can pick up 5 unstamped jokers each time somehow and pull the jokers that destroy themselves close enough to the end of the run for them to be alive in-hand when it ends (this is impossible)

140+ winning gold runs assuming you can pull a four-card combo and manage to pad the last slot with something that doesn't have a gold stamp.

Balatro being Balatro the latter isn't going to happen either, and the reality is probably 1000+ gold run wins just to get 80% of the cards stamped and probably 20000+ more getting the other 20% to spawn into a build strong enough to carry them. Those are runs that WIN, too, in a game that can end your run whenever it feels like it with one or two extremely unlucky draws.

Welcome to hell, enjoy your complimentary +4 mult.

[potoh]

Did I tell you I made charms of The Veil Guys™?? I don't have that many, because I wanted to see how they'll turn out first. But the ones I have will go up with the shop update on January 31st.

If there's enough people interested I can add a preorder option to their listings, so I'm gonna make a short poll down here. BEFORE CLICKING here's the stats: - Clear acrylic, no epoxy - size: 50.8mm (Bellara looks a bit smaller because her design isn't as wide) - double-sided, same design on front and back - price 8€ + shipping from Germany(!) (internationally 7.50€, nationally 2.90€) - you can buy other merch with them obv, but everything will be shipped out together when the charms arrive - preorders will run for a week until Feb 7th - production between 2-3 weeks - the manu has a holiday until Feb 5th so they might have some backlog that makes production time a bit longer - estimated shipping: end of February/begin March - if you buy all 7 charms I'll give you the sticker set for free :)c "Stickers?!"

YES! Clear stickers! I've posted them a bit ago here. No preorder for those, I should have enough in stock.

Here's the stock I have of each: Davrin: 6x Bellara: 6x Neve: 6x Lucanis: 3x (my friends got dibs lol) Taash: 7x Harding: 6x Emmrich: 5x

[happyheidi]

Hello heidi this is maybe a strange request to make but here goes...

When I was a little girl in the nineties I had a friend similar age who live in Norway she was my penfriend. We would write to each other. I had a traumatic unstable childhood but her letters were so homely and cosy like a escape. I remember the little green Norge stamps or the tiny ones with blue or purple flowers, and the felt stickers etc. She would write on color paper and use color envelopes and enclose floral papers and stickers and pretty stationary. My memories are very vague but this is what I remember. They were a lifeline to me that life would be better that it was better out there. The letters were taken from me and thrown out. I find myself nostalgic for them and would like to have them back but they're gone. I lost contact with her too. Now I would like to create something in a journal to evoke the happy memories like a collage or something. I just query if you have any advice or pictures or anything of kind of stationary or type of stickers in Norway during the 90s you remember or even now at long shot. She used to use lots of cats stickers, felt stuff, florals, cute florals papers with pastels papers etc but they're Norwegian brands from that time. I do not know and Google is not much help. It is a long shot but I thought I would ask you. I just would like to make something to remember how those letters helped me during a bad time with specific Norwegian stationary and stickers or even vintage ones

Ohh thats such a beautiful story! You should absolutely make a book (or something like that) full of the nostalgia you got from your Norwegian pen pal (I remember having one myself when I was younger)! I’ve found some links for you, here’s some stamps, and here’s a link to a page where there’s 30 things every Norwegian who lived in the 90s remember. I tried to find some stamps for you and if you want to search for it, search “90 talls frimerker blomster" (90s stamps flowers) or “gamle norske klistremerker" (old Norwegian stickers). That might help ☺️

Here’s some stamps etc that I found!

Also, I had to add my own diary. It’s from early 2000s tho, but ahh the nostalgia !!

For my Norwegians, here’s some facts from baby Heidi 😁

Idk, I hope this helps a little. I think this is such a cozy thing of you to do! Keep us updated! I’m so curious about what you’ll make 😃

Btw how horrible that the letters were taken from you and thrown away 😔 very sorry to hear you had a traumatic childhood. Hope you’re doing better now ❤️

[giuliettagaltieri]

Go for it, Charles!

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Chapter Synopsis: Making up over hot meals.

Warning: None

Word Count: 2711

Chapter: 5

Most mornings at home back in Monaco, Charles usually wakes up to Leo licking his face with his cute little barks.  It never fails to set his mood right for the day.  But right now, he is reminded that he is in your apartment when he feels a furball cuddling to his chest, Lily’s fur tickling his face.

Charles smiles, she warmed up to him finally.

He rubs her forehead with a finger and Lily opens her eyes briefly before closing them again.  “Found a new bed to sleep in?”  Charles chuckles before yawning.  He carefully holds her and sets her beside him when he sits up.  “Where’s your mama?”

Lily ignores him and continues to stay curled up, taking her nap.  Charles checks his watch and figures you might be at work already.  He sighs at the thought of last night.

He really messed up yesterday.  If he is back home, it would be easier to make up with you.  He could just buy you a gift or take you out to a nice restaurant.  Charles leans back on the sofa, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

You were being so kind to him, how could he act in such an ungrateful way?  Meal prepping is not that bad, he was just dramatic about it yesterday.  Besides you only make it for three days and like you said, you don’t just make one dish.

“I was so rude.”  He groans, facepalming.

Charles gets up and stretches, he decides to head to your kitchen first for a glass of water.  As he gulps it down his parched throat, his eyes catch a kraft sticky note plastered on the refrigerator.  He walks over and squints his eyes at your neat handwriting.

There’s food in the fridge.  Feel free to eat anything you want.

Be back later in the evening.

Well that’s a good sign right?  You leaving notes for him?  Does that mean you’re no longer mad?

But then again you are a very nice person.  Despite being crossed with him, it seems very much like you to reassure him that he can take whatever he wants from the fridge.  Charles takes the sticky note and folds it with a smile, debating whether to throw it or keep it.  With much reluctance, he throws it but a smile is on his face as he opens the fridge.

Avocado toast perhaps?  They’re quick enough to make and he can’t mess them up.  He just had yogurt and an apple last night so he was craving calories.

Charles also helps himself to a cup of coffee.  His brows raise in silent appreciation for your taste in coffee.

After having his breakfast, Charles made sure to clean up, just eliminating anything that would piss you off.

There really wasn’t much to do now that you went away for work.  He can’t really expect you to put everything down to accommodate him.  You’re already doing so much for him.  So Charles decides to entertain himself.

He debated on watching movies on your tv but he doesn’t feel like sitting down for the entire day.  He went around your apartment, looking at every book you have in your bookshelf, having a loose grasp on your taste in literature.  He admires himself in the mirror in your dining room.  He also visited your office, arms crossed as he looked at your products.  Charles got one scrunchie and stretched it around his fingers before his attention moved on to a different item.  There’s a bunch of stickers too.  Did you make these?

Charles looked at every sticker sheet you have and even wanted some for himself but where would he stick them?  On your walls?  He chuckles at his own silly internal narratives before moving on to your packing area.  You are very organized, he notices.

Something soft rubs on his leg and he looks down to see Lily staring up at him before meowing loudly.

“Hi.”  He says with his voice slightly becoming high pitched and picks her up.  “Are you even allowed in here?”

Charles carries her outside and closes the door behind him.  “What do you want?  Snacks?”  Charles sets her down on the floor and heads to the kitchen where he last saw you get her food.  “You’re a big cat already so I don’t think it is good for you to be eating three times a day.”  But he does give her a bit of dry cat food. 

Charles sits crossed legged and watches Lily eat.  “Listen, since I gave you what you wanted, you got to help me out too.”  He runs his hand on Lily’s back.  “You need to help me with your mama.”

He’s being ridiculous, asking help from a cat and sitting on your kitchen floor like some helpless man.  Well, in some sense, he is a helpless man.

Lily was licking her paws now.

“You see, I made her very upset yesterday.  I didn't do it intentionally of course.”  Charles added the last sentence like he is afraid of being judged by a cat.  Lily does have a gaze that constantly makes you feel judged.

“And I don’t know what to do now.”  He raises both hands in the air in surrender.  “I liked being able to laugh with her.”  Lily immediately leaves after grooming herself, making Charles frown.  “Oh come on now, I was talking to you.”

He gets up with a groan and follows Lily.  Charles doesn’t say anything until she enters the cat door to the laundry room.  He didn’t notice that.  “What are you doing here?”  He sees Lily walking over to a plant you have before circling it and disappearing behind it.  “Wha-  Lily?”  Charles turns the pot, overestimating its weight, using too much strength that he fell on his butt and jostling Lily inside who meows sharply.  Oh is this her litter box?

Charles holds his laughter.  He really wishes you don’t have cameras around the house.  It’s barely even lunch time but he has made quite a few questionable actions already.

This is really clever.  He hopes he can get Leo to do the same.  The little devil used to pee everywhere.  Ah, Leo.  If there was one thing that Charles regretted about this entire situation, it was leaving Leo behind.  He’s sure that his team or his mom would take care of him but to be abandoned by his dad like that.  Charles shakes his head, not wanting to dwell in things he cannot control right now.

To pass time, Charles decided on exercising in your living room.  He plans to stay in shape despite this total change of routine.  Lily was very interested in what he’s doing though, he had to pry her off him to finish his sit ups multiple times.

When it’s finally night time, Charles was feeling a bit unnerved.  You’ll be back soon.  You just said evening in your note, you didn’t specify what time.  Why didn’t you specify what time?  At least he could have prepared better!

He’s sitting on the couch, elbows resting on his thighs with his foot tapping nonstop for a while now.  He looks up when he hears cars passing by but goes back to staring at your floor after not recognizing the engine sound.

Give or take half an hour later, which felt longer for him than it actually was, he hears the familiar sound of your car and at the last minute he stands up and heads to your kitchen, deciding that it’s a good time to have a glass of water.  That way it won’t look like he’s waiting for you, right?

He watches the glass slowly get filled up as he hears the front door open.  Charles sips slowly as he hears your footsteps and when he looks up, there you are, in your scrub suit, carrying a rather large bag, looking all tired and sleepy.

“Hi.”  You say.

Charles wipes his mouth and sets the glass down on the counter, he didn’t miss how your eyes flit to the glass.  “Hi.  How was work?”  He asks, trying to sound excited.  He’s glad you started the conversation, making it easier for him to communicate.

“Shit.  Some kid dislocated an arm after falling off the monkey bars in the playpark.  It looked super gnarly.”  You say as you disappear off to your bedroom.  He quickly washes the glass as you continue talking.  “This guy who had kidney stones just can’t decide whether to be treated or not and the stone went and traveled up his penis.”

Charles grimaces as he stands outside your room now, watching you organize your bag before disappearing to your walk in closet.

“And that’s only the minor surgeries.  We had not one but two thyroidectomies today.”  You start rambling as you pass him and head to the bathroom.  “Ugh people should learn to eat seafood in moderation.”  And you shut the door in his face.

Well…that was a good start…right?

He walks around your living room in slow circles, his arms crossed.  Lily was looking at him boredly.  When the bathroom door opens, you’re in more comfortable clothing, looking refreshed from your day at work.

Charles watches you dump your scrubs in the hamper in the laundry room and you stay still for the first time since you came home. 

“What do you want to have for dinner?”

You aren’t even being rude, simply just…asking.

“There is no need.”  Charles says quickly, starting to feel bad again.  “I mean, you’re already tired.”

“Well I need dinner too so I have to cook.”  You smile at him and his lips press to a line.

“I’ll help you.”  He offers and you nod.

You head back to your room to grab your lunchbox and tumbler.  “If you still feel bad about yesterday, don’t worry about it, I was just PMSing.”

“What is that?”  He asks, genuinely clueless.  “I can wash those.”  Charles gestures to your lunchbox.

“Thanks.”  You say as you place your stuff near the sink and he immediately starts washing them.  “It’s mood and hormonal changes before starting my period.”

So that was like a free trial?  He sucks in a breath through grimaced teeth, not even wanting to think about how you’d be with your period in. 

“I’m making pasta.”  You hum as you start pulling ingredients from the fridge.  You pull out a rather huge saucepan and Charle’s eyes widen a fraction.  “I’ll make enough for four servings if you’re okay with refrigerated food now.”  He knows you’re just teasing but he tongues his cheek.

“Yeah, yeah.  No problem.”  He answers quickly, not wanting to bite at your playful provocation.  Besides, he is busy looking at the ingredients placed on the table.  There’s too much of it?  He doesn’t think some of them would go well with pasta.  A loud sizzle makes him look up to see you cooking ground beef.  “What’s with all of the other ingredients?”

You smile at him as you fetch a colander to wash the ingredients left on the table.  “I will be showing you the beauty of meal prepping.”  You pull out two chopping boards from your cupboard and fetch two knives with a single hand.  How women could manage to hold so much in their hands, he would never understand.

“You slice the potatoes in half so they’d cook faster.  While I cut up the other veggies and season the chicken.”  You say as you bend to check something in the oven.  He would be lying if he'd say his eyes didn’t wander.

It was a bit overwhelming at first what you’re doing, with so much stuff going on but you don’t look bothered at all.  Just as you started focusing on the pasta, he finished with the potatoes, you were quicker than him of course, already managed to add spices on chicken breasts and lay them out perfectly on a baking sheet along with the perfectly cut vegetables.

The entire apartment smelled divine by the time you put in the chicken and vegetables in the oven.  He stands right next to you, watching you stir the pasta shells in the sauce, the garlic and cheese making his mouth water.

Yup that looks like something he’d like to have again tomorrow.

“Can you fill those two glass containers with pasta?”  You look up to him with your big pleading eyes and he stares longer than he should before nodding dumbly.  “I need to make overnight oats.  Do you want some?”

“Yeah.”  Charles nods while doing as you asked.  By the time you’re both done, there’s only the roasted chicken and potatoes.

“Let’s eat?”  You say excitedly as you put the pasta on two plates, your serving very generous.  Charles initiates grabbing forks for the both of you.  You let him have the first bite and smile really proudly when he closes his eyes and groans.

He spews a lot of words in French and you laugh lightly.

“Is it good?”

“Is it good?  Yes, it’s good!”  He scoops another forkful to his mouth.  Exhaling an airy parseltongue when the sauce inside the pasta shells burns his tongue.

“Careful now.”  You say while pushing the glass of water to him but he shakes his head and continues eating.  “I’m glad you like it.”

It’s probably because it’s been a while since he had a real meal but you do enjoy his reaction to your cooking.  You eat your own serving.  Getting up halfway to put the roasted chicken and potatoes along with other vegetables in four glass containers.

“Pick out whatever you want for lunch and dinner tomorrow.”  You tell him as you get back to the table with a bottle of white wine along with a pair of long stemmed glasses.

“Yes of course, thank you.”  Charles nods gratefully, chewing quietly and just stares at you having your pasta.  Your eyes are a bit droopy already.  “I’m so sorry I had to make you cook on a work day.”

You open the bottle and you pour him and yourself a glass of wine.  “It’s okay, really.  I had fun, besides, I got to sit most of the time because you helped.”  He was feeling really proud of that.  You offer him his glass and you both raise your glasses before taking a sip.

“I can help more.”  He tells you.  “I can do the dishes.”

“Oh you’re Godsent, Charles.”  You tell him.  You’re not about to pass up this opportunity.  You hate doing the dishes.  “I’ll be packing orders in the meantime.”  You do help in stacking the dishes and pots in a way that is convenient for him to wash though.  You gave him a few instructions where to store the dishes after he dries them.  “You should probably wear this plastic apron.”

Charles accepts it with a confused look on his face.  “Why?”

“You’ll see why.”

You leave him after that to hole up in your office to pack a few orders.  After sealing the current order you are working with, you stretch in your seat.  A knock in the doorway startles you and you see Charles looking at you with a kind smile, with only minimal wet patches on his sweatpants.

“Shouldn’t it be your bedtime?  You have to wake up early tomorrow.”

You yawn immediately as he mentions it.  “You’re right.  I’ll just finish up tomorrow…or on Thursday.”

He walks with you to your room.  “Your customers are fine with that, right?”  He just had to ask, he knows that people are not very patient when it comes to online shopping.

“I have a disclaimer in my website that all my products are shipped in three to five days.”  You tell him as you reach your bedroom.  You stand there, just facing each other.  For a moment you just rock on your feet as your hands twist the doorknob awkwardly.  “Well, goodnight.  Thanks for helping me in the kitchen.”

“No problem.”  He nods at you.  Finding your antics endearing.  “Good night.”

You smile at him one last time before closing the door.  As the door clicks into place, Charles pumps his fist in the air.

This night ended way better than he hoped and he couldn’t be more glad.   

Overdrive

[olliedollie1204]

OKAY WORK i am rawdogging this right here and now. no youtube or other references, and no looking at the answer key. here we go!

ok i can picture the blooper where they come up with "psycho godfather wars" so clearly like i know the cadence and the face thomas makes. but i s2g i thought Hitchcoppolucas was the name they said in that clip too KDJFHDSJ so i'm gonna guess that alfred was added later, the og name was just Hitchcoppolucas

Ok this could be easy- def Fitting In and SvS, for two. I'm also throwing in Embarrassing Phases bc i thinkkkkkk his vampire costume had some sort of tie on it?

ok so i know Remus hasn't called him Verge, he's too creative/not as casual w Virgil. im guessing Janus for similar reasons, they're not friends enough for that nickname. the light sides are much more difficult- Patton might lean more towards kiddo or the emotional nicknames Virgil dislikes, but also he might've called him Verge bc he knows that's what Virgil wants them to call him. Roman, again, is creative and superfluous, but he can also drop to extremely casual dudebro energy, so i could see him saying Verge. Logan seems like he wouldn't use that nickname, BUT i actually feel like i remember him saying it so?? KDJFHDJSK ummm I'm gonna go with Roman hasn't called him Verge, along with Janus and Remus

Logic Creativity Dad (Logan Roman Patton). Okay thank god an easy one lmfao

Ok. ok. this feels impossible KDFHDJSK but let me think. Logan was Joan first, I know this. Roman was Valerie, Patton was Terrance, and Virgil was Talyn. i can't remember if they like cycled through the sides, like if everyone just shifted one to the left every time? i am thinking so effing hard JDFHGHDSJ. fuck it i've been thinking abt this for 10 mins i just have to guess. Logan: Joan, Talyn, Valerie, Terrance. ---- Patton: Terrance, Valerie, Joan, Talyn. ---- Roman: Valerie, Terrance, Talyn, Joan. ---- Virgil: Talyn, Joan, Terrance, Valerie. this formatting is fucking crazy i know but i just have to move on.

holy shit i don't knowwww, this rings the absolute vaguest of bells but i can't remember. was it another candy??? i truly dont know asdjhfjs

complete unknown, next question

ohhhhh god ok i remember him saying something and virgil making a face. i can't remember if this is during the bit where they're looking at his laptop stickers or a different part. ahhhhh i cant remember but im impatient to get to the rest of the q's so i surrender sjdhfdsj

May 1st! I believe it was 2017 for Patton and 2020 for Janus but they both aired May 1st

AUNT PATTY NAKED i know this one

fuckkkkk ok. Virgil rose up in AA Part 2 and Moving On Part 2, i think that's it??? so im gonna say 2 times

.... i'll be real chief moving on pts 1 and 2 are the episodes i've watched the least bc they make me sad JDFHGHDSJK. but taking a guess i'd say one is everything thomas learned in school, childhood nostalgia, theatre memories, poetry and angsty drawings and stuff, and uhhhhhh idfk. pictures?? that's all i got KDFHDJK

oh christ i have to remember sasi season 1 AND pokemon. i have no idea, i think patton might be ditto, virgil is ghastly, logan is. lucario?? (if he didn't say that he should've bc that's a good fit) and roman is fuck it charizard

Logan is Wild Loganberry i think. Roman is Raspberry Cherriot (like chariot and cherry together), Patton's is like.... ok i seriously doubt it's Happy Pappy Peach Jam but that's what i remember skdfhdj. virgil's is pissing me off bc i actually remember being really amused by it. something like Boosenberries, like boo + boysenberries. maybe plum???

virgil stole logan's alice in wonderland puzzle book!!! i love that bit so much

SKDFHGDHJ THIS IS CRAZY. 555-6969 i have no idea djfhd. actually a real guess i'll give is 555-6426 bc 555 is the fake area code they use in movies and stuff, and 6426 spells out nico.

Logan Roman Patton Virgil Remus Janus. thank u op i needed this certainty

icr his name but i've watched the bts for that ep a bunch and it's so fucking cool shout out to u amazing puppet maker man

i mean, did they create Virgil as a side? icr if Virgil/Anxiety showed up in the shorts before that. yeah i'll stick with Virgil

gonna take a big swing and just say how to get away with murder DJFHDJK. idk what sort of imagery that show would have that would be recognizable in a thumbnail except maybe the chalkboard with the title written on it.

OK LEMME THINK. thomas swears on a bible, patton swears on a children's bible. logan swears on a law textbook. roman swears on,,,,, i wanna say a vhs of pocahontas?? and TRICK QUESTION virgil doesn't swear on anything, but tbf i can't remember what janus holds up for him. maybe the alice in wonderland book

OKAY I'LL REBLOG AGAIN WITH MY SCORE/REACTION TO THE WRONG ANSWERS ANSWERS BUT I PROMISE I SHAN'T ALTER ANYTHING

Sanders Sides trivia questions I came up with that I think are pretty hard to really difficult level in knowledge lol

I am going to be real I don't think anyone could answer all these without getting a couple wrong/having to look them up- BUT I CHALLENGE YOU TO TRY :D!

(Answer key will be posted in the reblogs)

[artbulls]

🌈

[8pxl]

pixel art stamp concepts!~

[sandwichhour]

Rudolph.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Pages from trying to keep a little sketchbook-scrapbook type thing going for two weeks lol. I gave myself specific rules in hopes they might all end up more cohesive/consistent seeming, but alas, scribbly chaos reigns, it seems

[ludotjpeg]

[deoidesign]

I am so so so happy with my patreon merch designs for August...

I seriously love getting to design things every month and send them out...

You can get these stickers if you sign up for one of my merch tiers before the month is over!

[erinwantstowrite]

How do you feel about people binding personal copies of your works?

I have been reading Lof, and you are such an amazing writer that it blows my mind. When Lof is eventually finished, I would absolutely love to (with permission and loads of credit to you) bind a hardcover copy for personal reading . Reading through this fic has been such an emotional journey and I would love to be able to hold a physical copy. I was also thinking about incorporating some of the beautiful art you've done of the story into the pages of a book, that way the art was next to the scene you were reading. Again to be super clear this would just be something I'd make for myself to read, no monetary gain and tons of credit to you for the story and art!

Completely understandable whatever your answer may be, just wanted to ask your thoughts and let you know how much I've loved your writing!!

yeah that's perfectly fine!! i'm so glad you love LoF enough to do something as sweet as this, that's so amazing to me!! i'm fine with people binding their own copies for personal use- as long as no one is trying to use websites that could get LoF into trouble (i.e. trying to sell it, or paying for it, etc) then it's all cool with me!

[mysterycubes]

ink || digital

[chaos-potat]

I'm trying to decide if I want to sell m art as stickers at festivals and events in my area, and soon even online but I need some data

The first thing I'm thinking of selling are these

I just don't know if it's a good idea to sell them individually or what

pls reblog for reach, I need to know ;-;

[regco-art]

This one is dedicated to my fellow niche video essay enjoyers 🫡

[esprei]

Emmet month - Day 15: Summer

beach time 😎🌴☀️