#should i finish it?

[camriio]

Hualian sketches because they live in my head rent free

[aamy2100982]

The demons are talking to me...

They tell me to use my talents for sinful things...

[koahoana]

[shadomeno]

blorbo

[lucrodivve]

should I finish this???

[boiledadhd]

Should I finish this??? (I have like real bad art block right now -w-. I really want to but have like 0 motivation rn lol)

[bojackhorsemanobviously]

I read somewhere bojack wouldn't like Clay from Morel and from what little i've seen thats prob true... but. I only saw like 3 eps of that show it was.....strange to say the least should I finish it?

[justsomerandohere]

Here’s a sketch of springtrap that idk if I’ll finish

[rm-cain]

Minish sketch

[that-random-outsider]

so I got bored

[catherineav]

snippet from a post s5 willel wonder twins fic i started a long time ago

Later, the way Hop will proudly tell it, El hadn’t thrown a tantrum like that since fall of ‘84.

But the way she sees it, these doctors are keeping her here in a secluded hospital room, and keeping her away from her brother, when she’s fine. And Will isn’t. 

So her nose bleeds, and the lights flicker, and she screams and cries until a nurse sits her in a chair on wheels and pushes her to Will’s room. 

Jonathan and Joyce are there. They’re both staring at the floor, but they look up in surprise when the nurse hesitantly slides in with El. 

And Hop, a protective shadow behind her. “El said she needed to be here.”

Jonathan slumps back into his chair in relief that they don’t come bearing bad news. Joyce stands straight up and makes as if to take the chair with wheels from the nurse, but El shakes her head and holds out her hands. With a wavering smile, Joyce helps El stand instead. 

It’s only a few steps to Will, but El is exhausted by the time she has managed to pull herself up next to him, curling into his side. She closes her eyes, searching, searching…

“The doctors are keeping him asleep, sweetie,” Joyce says softly. El opens her eyes. Joyce gently wipes a tissue under El’s nose. “Unconscious, for a little longer. So his body can rest after surgery.”

So his body can rest. She tries not to remember the way Vecna tossed him into the air for them all to see. His arm and his leg and his eyes…

“You should rest too, kid.” 

In the cold bed in the white room, a hallway down and a floor above? “No.”

Hop starts to speak, but Joyce cuts him off. “You can stay here, sweet girl. Close your eyes. We won’t let them move you.” 

Her head does hurt like it never has before, and she is more tired than she has ever been. Her arms and legs are like noodles, and her throat burns. 

She doesn’t even really remember choosing to let go, but the nothingness wraps her up like a blanket as her eyes slip closed. 

***

When she wakes up, it is much more quiet, and the lights are dim. True to Joyce’s word, El is still squeezed onto the hospital cot beside Will. 

Someone has stuck one of those needles into her hand again—an IV, Hop said—but Will looks much worse. His right arm is wrapped in a cast all the way up to his shoulder, and she feels the scratch of the same plaster on his ankle, where it is pressed to hers. He has more than just one needle stuck in his skin, and there are deep bruises, people and black, decorating the too-pale skin beneath his eyes. 

It should have been me, she thinks.

Dazed, blinking back tears, El turns her attention to the door, where whispers drift in from the hallway. 

“…be able to slowly wake him up in the morning. Once he’s responsive, we’ll be able to get a better idea of exactly what his recovery process will entail.”

“But he will? Recover?”

A pause. “I don’t want to set your expectations unreasonably high, Mrs. Byers. Between what you have described and Dr. Owens had explained, I expect Will to face more than a couple of obstacles. The physical therapists and ophthalmologists will be able to tell you more tomorrow.”

El rubs the sleep from her eyes, slightly comforted by the rumble of Hop’s voice asking his own follow up question. She eases herself out of the cot, placing a gentle hand on her brother’s shoulder before plucking the needle from her arm and shuffling to the bench in the corner. She needs to get out of this hospital gown. She needs to get out of this hospital gown, and she can see her own clothes crumpled in the bottom of a plastic bag, and—

“Woah, hey kid, what’s wrong?”

It’s only at the feeling of her dad’s palm on her shoulder, steadying and sure, that she realizes she’s shaking. She can’t bring herself to answer, but she allows him to steer her to the bench instead. 

Hop kneels in front of her. Joyce and Jonathan hover behind him. “El?” he asks again. “You with me?”

Her head is still pounding. Closing her eyes briefly, she tugs at the papery elbow of the hospital gown and turns back to him, pleading. 

He frowns, obviously confused, but Joyce steps forward. “She just wants to change,” she says softly. Turning to El, she adds, “The hospital gown—it’s like the lab, isn’t it?”

El nods, unable to keep her eyes from darting around the room now that she’s more awake. 

“Okay,” says Hop, more gently than El can ever remember. “I’m going to go make sure it’s okay. Just because they still had you on the IV. Stay here, yeah?”

She nods again, watching both him and Joyce until they disappear from view around the corner. Jonathan sits down next to her, and she lets him. 

“They’re just going to the nurse’s station. We’re safe here,” says Jonathan. She pulls her knees up to her chest and rests her head on his shoulder, and he lets her. 

***

Later, in the morning, they all hover by Will’s bedside. The nurses have eased back on his sedative, and sometime soon, he’ll wake. 

El climbs back up beside him, and no one stops her. They’d taken to jokingly calling the pair twins, before, but El doesn’t think it’s funny. Vecna chose the two of them, specifically, as his targets. It means something. Only Will and El can explain what it is like to be in the Upside Down alone, hunted, Vecna in their heads, in their hearts… 

Haltingly, filling in each other’s sentences, Joyce, Hopper, and Jonathan fill the gaps in her memory: how they pulled her and Will out of the mindscape and Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin out of the Upside Down. How long it had taken to get help, to get to the hospital. 

El is the first to sense Will. She sits up straight despite the ache that radiates through her sore muscles and stares down at him, desperate for any sign of movement to match what movement she had felt in her mind.

“El?” Jonathan asks sharply. It’s in the half second El glances from one brother to another that Will, with a gasp and a little cough, comes back to them. In his first moment of consciousness, his mouth twists into a grimace and his eyes, cloudy and bloodshot, widen. His voice sounds so small. “I can’t see.”

[adarkstrangeartist]

Really tempted to finish an old wip rn-

You know the bad sanses? You know the song God Save the Outcasts from the hunchback of Notre Dame? Now put them together. It fits them so well. Should I finish and post it?

[masschase]

Sketch that'll probably never get finished but has achieved its purpose of making me laugh

I got to draw Viola a white house outfit!

2. Matt how many fucking buttons do you need?

3. Vi and Matty being syndicate sibs for 5 years straight

[jadespam]

I forgot how tough digital art was 😭

[honketv]

should i finish this?!?

Spy!GeorgeNotFound x Spy!Reader

You and George had been sworn enemies ever since you both got introduced to each other. Dream expected this, though not to this extent. He never meant to cause this type of tension.

You and George were both put on a mission to spy on the opposing team. Obviously, you had a major problem with this. As much as you hated George’s guts you sure as hell loved the money from it. Your higher-up’s promised both of you a hefty price and you didn’t even have to split the money! You simply couldn’t turn that down for some stupid rivalry..

It was getting late and you still hadn’t made it to the campus where you left all your materials for the day. It was in a hidden location so it wasn’t quite easy to find.

“Hm, pathetic, I thought you knew where you were going? The suns going down and we still haven’t made it.”

Of course George had to complain about you both being slightly lost. All he does is whine, bitch, complain, and sleep; A good-for-nothing loser and that’s exactly why you hate him. He sits on a high pedestal expecting everything he wants—like it should be given to him on a gold plate, yet he does absolutely nothing to earn it. His moody attitude infuriated you.

He walked with his arms crossed, eyes darting towards the floor, avoiding yours. George always thought you were to optimistic about everything. You couldn’t take anything seriously for a second—everything was a joke to you. You’d barely had anything to say to him unless is was a negative comment.

The peculiar thing about both of you was that you both hated losing. The urge to win would take over your entire being as if it was a force. Nothing and no one would get in the way of that, even if it costed your life.

“If you were actually helping me, i’m sure we wouldn’t be in this predicament smartass. You know what, you hold the map for now. Let’s see you get to the base idiot!”

You looked at George in his dark chocolate eyes. If you looked hard enough, you could see your own reflection from how possibly dark they were. You couldn’t lie, George was an attractive man. His pink lips curved naturally and his cheeks similar to model. Though, his attractiveness couldn’t make up for his shitty personality nonetheless.

"fine!” He shouted, angrily looking back at you. He continued “If I find the base before you… you need to do something for me!” You were confused but you didn’t question this heated feeling in the pit of your stomach and accepted his challenge.

val- if i lose interest in a fic I stop writing it midway. Just wanting some opinions ig <3!

[sleepyy-27]

Should I finish it? (Btw I always seen guiding light as like a girl or smth)