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So many games to play and to start and to finish, not nearly enough time because I'm busy and make myself feel bad for being unproductive at all times
#i want to play disco elysium because i hear a lot of good things and i think I'd like it#but i also recently got stray when it was on sale but i haven't started it yet#because i need to play more of baldur's gate#which i do enjoy but my computer has a hard time with it so it's hard to play and i don't play it for long#so as to not be too hard on my computer#and then I'm almost done with totk#I'm just trying to get more shrines and lightroots before going to face ganon
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i finaallly got to play one of my dream games WEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEE
#alice madne#alice liddell#art#my art#ive been rotting GODDD steam sale has me playing games during break instead of drawing#mb wrist has been a pain too O(-(#alice madness returns fanart#alice liddel fanart#fanart#horror#american mcgee's alice#i took some liberty with her dress. GUILTTYY#i wanted it to be like the caterpillar but more based on her butterflies EUGH im so EUG HHHHHH#the brain rot for this game has been going on for 10 YEARS#getting a hold of the game has been so hard and i couldnt play it before because i was dumb with computers#thank god its back on steam tho WEEEPEEEEEE
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i absolutely adore the way you draw tim
THANK YO u tim is honestly one of the hardest mechs for me to draw for some reason so 🥹
pls have Persephone Tim ( based on this post)
#there was going to be more to this but honestly he rlly is just so hard to draw for No reason#hes too beautiful it just doesnt compute in my brain 😔#the mechanisms#gunpowder tim#ulysses dies at dawn#udad#asks#my art#me: im going to draw so many responses 2day i can feel it#also me: spends too long drawing tim & now i need a nap
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feeling of being watched
#eye strain#cw eye strain#tw eye strain#ralsei#deltarune#i'm in a new era of my art style where i just outline everything in white pencil and think it looks cool#every time i add them i do a victory nod twice at my computer like an old man who just hit par in golf#anyway bright colors hi - i noticed that i tend to default to neutral colors and stay as far away from hues as possible#when i first started digital art i saw someone say to NEVER use the upper right of the HSV picker and i guess i took that to heart#in retrospect that was bad advice; dull colors are safe... but they're still dull and it's good to practice using bright colors too#so here's a hard pivot in the complete opposite direction of my normal work haha#it was fun! but i did have to use a few correction tools to un-muddy my colors so i think i'm gonna do this one more time#you might think the caption is cool and ominous but really i stole it from temmie village#rich history of tem provides plenty of quotable sentences#also! i think i want to reblog my work onto my alt a day after it's posted#i haven't decided for sure but am thinking about it... if you think that'd cause too much clutter though lmk!
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girlfriend said i should draw her :P
#my computer was messed up for a while so im tryna get back into drawing digitally again. its been like...months#used a random brush i found a long time ago for the random pieces of rubble flying around her and also the lacework details around her dres#didnt try too hard at all i just needed to feel around things again. hope u like her regardless#madoka magica#pmmm#walpurgisnacht#lolzart
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Okay brain trust - who can think of why my PC would crash during certain cut scenes of DA:I? Not just the game but the whole PC, and it needs power cycling to start back up again. No error, no blue screen, just instant complete tanking. It's happened in 3 cut scenes (so far!) at the exact same frame. BUT If I skip quickly through the specific cut scenes, it works fine and I can keep playing. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I am 75 hours in and its only happened in those 3 cut scenes. I have done a complete reinstall of DA:I, didn't help. Not running any mods.
CPU Intel(R) Xeon(R) CPU E3-1230 v5 @ 3.40GHz 4 Cores GPU Radeon RX 570 Series 16 GB ram
#help I cannot figure it out#my computer is an absolute gremlin at the best of times but I have no idea why it would have this weird ass issue#it was tanking like this a while back because the hard drive was failing but I have an SSD now so idk#critter rambles#asked on twitter too but you guys are surely smarter come on :P
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Someone killed my boss last night and he sent me this I'm so fired
god I can't wait to make this comic.
#not me making a prelaunch link so I can share it on art of them that I do and then immediately being like hm#feels kind of weird to link a comic that doesnt exist yet#HAHAHAHAH#theres just no pleasing me#oh well I'll stick to my guns. I thought about it a long time#and doing things that feel weird is kind of the name of the game when it comes to making art#we were legion#zagan#this is so funny to me#its like not even that funny but#I love him. idk I think because I know what the comic is gonna be like stuff like this is 1 million times funnier to me#he sucks so bad and it would suck to read if he were the only one in the comic but because luciel is also there#then its just funny. cause juxtaposition#I love luciel too but theyre less good for standalone drawings and memes without comic context#so my brains like erm... theres nothing there....#also my tags are bugging out when I type them on the ocmputer idk how to explain whats happening but its kind of annoying#jumping around all over the place. makes it hard to read while I'm typing them. its fine#if theres typos its cause somethings going weird with my computer#lately when I've opened firefox its just shaking all over the place#til I alt tab out of it and back to it. I have straight up no idea why#and my internet has been bugging out. the LAN connection keeps flickering and then going out...??#YES I switched the ethernet cable connecting the modem and the router NO I dont know whats going on#I dont wanna deaaaaaal wiiiithhh customer serviceeee its fine. I'll do it later if switching the coax cable doesnt help#uh. anyways none of that matters cause I can still make my fuckin comics babeyyy#as long as I've got my comics. I'm good. though it is annoying when I cant look up references or spelling of words cause I do that constant#but its fine!#love I can draw without internet I dont even notice when it goes out sometimes aughajkghagj#anyways I'm super excited about this comic and if you're intereted theres a presave link now so#yeay#I'll post places other than webtoon but I'm just doing webtoon early so TTA readers can switch over easier
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hey guys . heres my fair share of doodles from the magma i drew on with my big bro @chamom1le-t3a
#the first one was supposed to be jfk mean steve ; i named him john f stevedy#all my shrig drawings go exceptionally hard im srs#bombardier and bitter choco decoration lookin ass fly#oh yeah and i need to give context for the last four because holy shit theyre wild#for the penultimate fourth one . that was based on a book editor recounting a horrific experience with a vampyre romance book they checked#where the girl protag was so fucking pure and christian that the vampyre guy couldn't put his hands on her without burning his skin#and when they were shagging . he put his hands on her breasts and the whole situation was described as her having “crucifix nipples”#and the last three were based on two tony x reader smut fanfics that were written in dedication for the author's friend . Isabella#we were literally on call and i had to read them aloud . it was the funniest and also most painful thing i ever had to do#i hope the next time we call ill do it again <33#okay stay safe and drink water okay bye-bye#dhmis#dhmis art#dhmis au#dhmis shrignold#shrignold the butterfly#dhmis hv shrignold#dhmis sketchbook#dhmis hv sketchbook#dhmis tony#tony the talking clock#dhmis hv tony#dhmis colin#colin the computer#dhmis hv colin#dhmis digital time#digitaltime#dhmis mean steve#mean steve#oh yeah and itft clock is here too i guess
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!!! FLASHING LIGHTS WARNING!!! [IM NOT FUCKIN AROUND!!]
REACHED THE CUSP OF 'THIS MAY NEVER BE ABSOLUTELY FINISHED N IF I DONT SHOW IT NOW, IT WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY.' SO HERE, A PROJECT IVE BEEN ORBITING AROUND UHH SINCE 2021 OR SO.
#jrwi fanart#jrwi show#jrwi riptide#gillion tidestrider#cw flashing lights#LOOORRD OF LIGHTNING SAAAAVE ME!!!!#RAAAHHHH I LOVETHIS SONG SO FUCKIN MUCH AND I LOVE GILLION SO FUCKIN MUCH RAAHHHH!! RAAHHHH!!!#BUT YES YES I HAD LIKE A WHOLE OTHER HALF TO THIS SKETCHED OUT BUT IT WONT FINISH COOKIN FOR A MILLION YEAARS!!!!#MAYBE SOMEDAY.....#ANYWAY. this is my first time actually syncing audio to my animations. normally i domnt know howww.#i animated it all in fire alpaca AND THEN i mixed everything in a pirated movie maker. it kinda uh. sucks. but its WHAT I GOT BAYBE!!#i relaly like how i animate swishy hair... i was inspird by eris from sinbad. i can only HOPE i got on that level w the watery flowyness#LIUGHTNING IS HARD TO ANIMATE TOO. I WATCHED ALOTTA VIDEOS ABSORBED MINIMAL TUTORIALS AND UHH I THINK I DID OKAY!!#better than bad!!! but i can still do better. eventually. ugh. FLASHING LIGHTS TOO HUH? U LIKE ANIMATINGB FLASHING LIGHT?#U LIKE MAKING THE BLACK N WHITE FLICKER RLY FAST UNTIL UR EYES BLEED OUT UR SKULL?? YEAAAHH YOU DO!!!#im also vry proud o the title cards i made at the beginning teheheheh. dependign on where riptide goes i MIGHT change it#BUT HEY THEORY TIME? I HOPE ONE OF THE GODDESSES COMES DOWN TO PILOT GILLIONS BODY SO THEY CAN BEAT THE FUCK OUT O THE OTHER GODDESS#WHO IS ALSO IN SOMEONE ELSES MORTAL BODY. GODS COMING DOWN TO WREAK HAVOC OVER PETTY DISAGREEMENTS OOOGH HOW FUN!!#GOOD ON YOU CHAMPION!! YOUR VESSEL HAS BEEN TRAINED TO BE STRONG AND HARDY. PERFECT FOR CHANNELING DIVINE ENERGY.#OHHHH WHAT A PERFECT WEAPON YOU ARE. NOW GO AND IMMANENTIZE A WATERY ESCHATON#PARAGON OF OCEANS WRATH I WANT TO SEE YOU DROWN THE LAND. DESTROY!!! EAT!!! BURN!!! RAAAGHH I NEED GILLION TO GET MORE POWER!!!!#ALSO in other news i uh. actually posted this onto twitter forever ago but forgot to post it here bc i can only post it from pc and BABY!!#IM NOT ON THE COMPUTER OFTEN! NOT ANYMORE!! NOT ANYMOREE!!! IM FREE BAYBE!! i used to be so miserable. sometimes i think abt that.#ANYWAY. pls enjoy. just this much took so long. i love makin the lil guys move.... ouh.... hava good day if u get the chance to.
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Propaganda for my “Callie and Octavio are besties” agenda.
#I hope the colors look alright#I got a new computer recently an colors show up weirdly there so it’s a little hard to tell while drawing#But it doesn’t look too bad on my phone so I think it’s okay#Splatoon#splatoon fanart#callie cuttlefish#callie splatoon#dj octavio
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FINALLY, I HAVE A PLATFORM TO POST THESE ON
I made these lik 3 years ago cuz my friend and i were fucking dying over the idea of ford having the fucking girltech journal, just refound them
#i remember the second one taking fucking ages dhdjekdk#i tried so hard to match everything up#i had such a big gravity falls phase#maybe ill post some of my old art for it#som of it holds up not too bad#gravity falls#shame i lose all my digital gf art when my computer died :(
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that cowboy au was really good 🥹 would you consider doing a part 2?
cw: mentions of death, violence, objectively amoral decisions; mentions of marriage, alcohol
the presence of gojo satoru can only mean trouble.
red sky in the morning — shepherd’s warning. nanami kento tries not to take the sight of it personally, tries not to take simple wonders of nature as omen — but it sits like a lump of coal in his stomach all through the morning and well into the afternoon. he doesn’t know why this particular day seems to be the harbinger of something terrible, but sure enough, just after he finishes milking the cows and putting them out to graze, one of the village kids runs up on him. flushed with excitement and hair windswept, the little one calls his name — mister kento! mister kento! hey, over here, mister kento! strange white-haired fella’s lookin’ for you, skulkin’ ‘round the saloon!
it’s a small-town child’s excitement — a stranger in such a quiet place, one where the closest train station is a town or two over, and the most exciting thing to happen is a travelling merchant every few months. kento’s dread, then, is ice-water over the head in comparison. white-haired. gojo, the bastard. and loitering around the saloon, where you’re working — before he can even think twice, he’s running off to mount his closest horse, and taking the dirt road at a frantic gallop.
not many words in any spoken language could describe exactly how nanami kento feels about gojo satoru. there’s a fondness there — they had, after all, fought and lived side-by-side for years, since they were boys. there was admiration for gojo’s tenacity and drive, no doubt, but there was hatred in equal measure. hatred for the man gojo had urged nanami to become — hatred for the shit he’d been told to do. hatred for the simple fact that, at the end of the day, gojo’s brashness had only ever gotten other people killed.
(and fear. fear that, like he had done a hundred times before, gojo would worm his way into nanami’s head, and convince him to return before he knew what he was agreeing to.)
through the dust kicked up by his mare’s cantering hooves, the humble saloon comes into sight; only a single floor, nothing like the multi-story pleasure houses of san francisco. then again, kento’s never much cared for them, or the beckoning women of the night, or the violent brawls that would break out every few minutes. somewhere quiet to drink in peace, suits him just fine, and that’s here. though with gojo satoru around, peace never lingers long.
he takes the stairs two at a time, pushing through the doors, and—
“always been a city boy, myself,” comes that familiar voice. instantly, kento’s eyes shoot towards it — towards you. “towns like this never did quite suit me — y’know, a man needs a bit of noise in his life!”
oh, noise had been the least of what gojo had gotten himself. blood and guts and bullet wounds, wanted posters with his name and mug plastered all over it.
he shouldn’t be here. it’s almost unnatural for him to be here, sitting in old man tom's favourite seat, lounging like he owned the place.
“now, pretty thing like you,” he hears gojo croon, low and smooth like always, the type of voice that weakened women’s knees, “you shoot me a look, sweetheart, i reckon i’d stay in this sleepy little town a lot longer.”
something like panic sits itself in kento’s chest, and he can’t put one damned finger on what it is. the clashing of two lives — gojo, with his hat drawn low over bright blue eyes, his jacket as dark and fitting as always; this dusty little saloon, with its untuned piano and cheap swill; you, with your hair tied up and your neckline low, with those eyes he knows gojo likes—
“charming,” he hears you say, dry, completely unimpressed. the tightness in his chest eases, a little, and then you seem to realise he’s approaching — your gaze lifts over gojo’s head, and your eyes brighten, and golly — ain’t that something? your smile, at his simple presence? like he was something to look forward to? “mister kento, you’re a man desired — this gentleman’s been looking all over for you, apparently.”
gojo turns those baby blues on him, expectant, and kento sighs as he takes the seat next to him — gently accepts your offer of a drink with a thank you kindly. gojo thanks you, too — calls you sweetness, and kento pretends that it doesn’t unsettle his soul. you resign yourself to the end of the bar to give them some semblance of privacy, wiping at glasses with a cloth to rid them of water-stains and dust.
they sit in silence for a moment, listening to the cicadas calling outside and the distant squeals of playing children. gojo, as usual, is the first to break it.
“been a while, ain’t it? gotta say, wasn’t expectin’ you to go all out on this country life thing, old friend.”
kento pretends not to see the spectre of you in the corner of his eye — pretends that he’s not vastly aware of how he has to balance two personas right now. he keeps his irritation low and tempered, cupping his glass between his hands; still, he knows his voice is frosty when he says: “what are you doing here?”
“oh, so cold, kento! and after all we’ve been through together…”
he restrains a frustrated sigh. dancing around it — that’s gojo. deceptively childish but incredibly intelligent — can’t just come out and say something. and kento could be doing something else right about now, something far more important — in fact, he should already be thinking of how to explain gojo’s abrupt appearance here to you. cousin twice removed? long estranged brother? childhood friend with a troubled streak? “doubt you came to see me outta the goodness of your heart. i’ve got no interest in whatever it is you’re peddling. you wanna drink, let’s drink. nothing else.”
“oh, come now. i gotta be after somethin’ to visit you?”
nanami shoots him an unimpressed look — gojo at least has the shame to wince. he takes another sip of his drink, and they both stare at the dusty shelves of booze, until finally, he shrugs.
“listen: this place is gonna drive you mad, kento,” he says, underhandedly casual, sipping on moonshine and syrup. he always did have a sweet tooth. “the silence’ll do you in.”
a thread of irritation tugs itself through kento’s brow. “silence drives you mad. suits me just fine.”
kento doesn’t know what’s more hurtful — the idea that gojo doesn’t know him at all, or that he does, and just doesn’t care to speak to him like it. he knows exactly what game gojo is playing at — badgering him out of his life of peace to join the gang again, fill the empty space left by geto and haibara and god knows who else that’s gone. he could do him the courtesy of being a little more believable, though. less patronising.
this doesn’t suit you. you don’t deserve something good like this, not after what you’ve done. stick to what you know, kento — and what do you know? violence. greed.
“c’mon, kento. you’re better than this, y’know.”
kento fingers tighten on the handle of his cup. his gums feel bruised where his teeth grit together — his anger like a reddening metal on the verge of turning white-hot. “you don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
“you’ve been up and down this goddamned country—” gojo, at least, has the mind to lower his voice, then, glancing over his shoulder— “tyin’ sheriffs up in knots, laying your pockets with gold, and you think this shithole will satisfy you any?”
that’s enough to send kento’s temper skyrocketing — and he, by no means, is an angry man, but shithole is not how he’d describe it in any capacity — this place that had accepted him with little wariness, treated him with kindness, asked very little questions—
“you’re steppin’ way outta line, gojo—”
but his white-haired companion has always been willing to push the bounds of just about anything — and, leaning closer, devilish smile tugging at his lips, says: “hopin’ that, uh, busty barmaid over there’s gonna make you an honest man? huh? i mean, hell, i wouldn’t blame you, but—”
nanami’s glass hits the countertop with such force it rings throughout the saloon — he can feel it draw the gaze of most everyone around. you, the few daytime drinkers. the low murmurs of conversation drew to an abrupt stop. when he glances in your direction, he sees you almost caught mid-action, brows drawn tight as you make to intervene.
maybe it’s the look in his eye that makes you stop; the serious, humourless glint he’s let himself lose the past few months. maybe it’s the tense set of his jaw. either way, you nod a little, and step back to what you were doing — but your gaze remains, ever-watchful.
nanami levels gojo with a glare so horrid he’s sure he’s never used it on him before; and, sure enough, blue-eyed gojo glares right back.
for a moment — for a short, traitorous moment, he regrets leaving his handy pistol back home. he hasn’t had to carry it in months. he hasn’t ever had to carry it for gojo, of all people, but he saw just how quickly the gang had turned on themselves — how quickly trust was lost. and after the loss of haibara, and geto’s betrayal, who knew what state of mind gojo was in?
kento’s fingers flex.
a beat passes.
and then — gojo’s face breaks out in a gleaming, cheeky smile, and his shoulders jump with loud, sonorous laughter. relief is near palpable in kento’s chest, the tension that had suctioned itself to his bones easing just slightly. “hah, you’re just a riot, ken!”
then, slapping a hand on kento’s shoulder and leaning forward, gojo calms a little. nanami gets the sudden feeling that it was all a rouse, right from the start. is he so out of practice he can’t tell what’s real and what’s fake anymore? once upon a time gojo’s jokes and fancies wouldn’t have made him blink an eye.
“just pullin’ your leg,” gojo says.
“you piss me off.”
“can’t lie—” gojo continues— “i was hopin’ to bring you back with me. but this shit really does suit you, y’know.” his smile takes a saddened edge — nostalgic, no doubt, for the life they once led. the stupidity and rashness of it all. sometimes the same feeling hit kento — and then he remembered the bad of it all, and he tucked it back deep inside himself. “country air, quiet life. settle down with a nice woman.”
his eyes trail over to the right — and this time, when his eyes settle on you, nanami feels no overwhelming protectiveness, no urge to drag gojo out by his silver locks or shoo him out. he feels a fool for doubting gojo in the first place. “things out here make the cities look like hell by comparison.”
“it’s a simple life,” kento agrees plainly. his heart still thrums heavy in his chest. he finally takes a proper gulp of his drink — actually tastes it instead of just letting it pass down his throat. “you should try it sometime.”
“wasn’t lying earlier. think the quiet would have me seein’—” he chokes on a bark-like laugh— “ghosts, and the like.”
haibara. riko. yaga.
“mm.”
they go back to staring at the shelves in silence. kento doesn’t know what to say. he’s never been a man of many words, but what does one say in this situation, anyways? i’m sorry geto left. i’m sorry haibara died. i hate that it was your fault, and i hate that it wasn’t. i don’t like the man i am when i’m around you, but it’s really all i know. you’re my brother, and i hate and love you in equal measure.
a trickling sound interrupts his thoughts. his cup is being refilled — and then gojo’s. extra syrup, despite the fact that sugar is expensive as all hell.
“looks like y’all could use it,” you say by way of explanation, a sorry little smile on your face. when you meet his eyes, it spreads, just a little — an extra nudge, just for him. “i’ll get outta your hair now.”
“thank you for the drink,” kento says quietly.
“thanks,” gojo echoes. he watches you go, and swirls his drink idly around in his cup. “y’know, you got somethin’ good here, ken. hate to say it.”
“mm. the farm, it — it, uh, keeps me busy.”
“wasn’t talkin’ about the farm,” says gojo, shooting him a knowing look. kento’s ears burn, and he tries to ignore it — in vain, he’s sure, if his companion’s snicker is anything to go by.
“there’s nothing there.” he wouldn’t allow there to be, after all. a life of solitude is exactly the punishment he deserved for what he’s done. he wouldn’t rope you into his madness.
“right, right. you make googly eyes at every woman y’come across?”
“just drink your damn drink.”
by the time the sun is setting, gojo sets off on his horse. he ignores all offers to stay the night, to wait until morning; he's got business to attend to, apparently, business that couldn't wait — but could, apparently, wait for an hours-long drinking session. he doesn’t hug kento, doesn’t make any claim to sentimentality — that hasn't changed, kento supposes — he only leans down to shake his hand, firm and sure like yaga had taught them as boys, and says:
“don’t be a fool, kento. you got a chance at a normal life right here." then, grinning, like the idea of being serious had turned his stomach, gojo calls: "you don’t take that chance, i'll steal it from right under you!"
kento only shakes his head, and turns to enter the saloon again.
when he looks over his shoulder — just once, all he can bear — gojo’s already gone, no more than a speck riding into the sunset.
#omg thank u so much hehehehehehehehehehheeheh#my first ask!!!!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖#i think about him a Normal amount i think.#nanami x reader#kento x reader#im posting this on the work computer btw#nanami kento x reader#jjk x reader#anime x reader#nanami au#kento au#jjk au#anime au#cowboy au#im slowly expanding this au in my mind palace#its getting Crazy guys..............#lso i knowwww readers not in this a lot but i just#gojo my blue eyed king i needed to write him#also highkey gojo is Jealous bc geto left him and betrayed him and he wants him back and he wants a pretty barmaid to moon over him Too#life is hard when ur a platinum blond i guess
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Healthcare can be shitty sometimes please remember we are doing our best and to be kind to the workers especially if they are doing everything they can to help you !!!
#nina rambles~✦#I got bitched out by so many patients today because we didn’t call them to tell them to stay home#here’s the kicker#the hurricane wiped out our power#like yes I would love to call you and tell you to stay home but uh#the phones and computers aren’t working???#we just got a paper sign on the door saying stay home and a dream#and I’m trying to be kind too but it’s hard when they’re like yelling at me#WHEN ITS NOT EVEN MY FAULT???#yall experienced the same hurricane too like#ugh#enough rambling ima go get lunch
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this is my son actually!!! more baby jango (because what's more adorable than baby mandos and their mandads)
WIP!!
#still drawing instead of listening to classes#i'm in pain so i have an excuse#or not#anyways still struggling so hard to figure out how to draw on krita#or on computer at all#but he's cute!!!#sorry jaster i'm stealing ur son#jango fett#jaster mereel#trust me he's there see my last post#star wars#mandalorian#true mandalorian#dont look at the anatomy too closely#i'm struggling
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The trailers ToT have been putting out lately have been so well edited that I had to make my own AMV based on the NXX Investigation Team :D
[This is not spoiler-free! There are many clips from CN content here]
Song Used: Mustang Kids by Zella Day, Baby E
Clip Sources: (under read more)
Vyn's 5th birthday PV
Main Story 15 PV
NXX Island Suspense PV
Vyn's 4th birthday trailer
✦ Incognito Veritas ✦ Marius SSR Trailer
Main Story Episode 11 ✦ Cocoon (I) Trailer
✦ Calm as the Night ✦ Artem SSR Trailer
Luke SSR ✦ Invincible for Love ✦ Trailer
Main Story 10 trailer
✦ Day and Night ✦ SSR Trailer
⚠EMERGENCY⚠ | Tears of Themis April Fools video
✦ The Men from N.X.X. ✦ Event Trailer
✦ Unconcealable ✦ Marius SSR Trailer
Main Story 8 Trailer
✦Dark Swirl✦ SSR Trailer
#tears of themis#mc | rosa#luke pearce#vyn richter#artem wing#marius von hagen#tears of themis amv#this was so fun to make actually. and thankfully the transitions were not too hard on my computer#tot spoilers
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things that are hard to find: writing advice that isn't condescending.
#ambie.txt#I've been really thinking about this story in my head and wondering what caused me to get burned out from writing#and realising it's all the formal bits. planning an outline organising things into a timeline. I'm more of an impulse writer#and having to think about all those dry and formal things makes me quit before I even start#this is my autism but I hate having to stop and figure out all this before I write because that way I won't write at all#ever since I started free writing I discovered that I still love writing. I love it so much#but I hate doing all of the other things because they are not my special interest and they keep me from pursuing my special interest#it's just very hard to find writing advice that isn't condescending in this aspect#people stressing out you need an outline first are very common unfortunately#I'm more of a vibes no plot person and like to just discribe the vibes in vivid detail#before worrying about the plot too much. and yes in a story there had to be a plot#but if worrying about the plot and connecting all the scenes is killing my creativity#I want to just go from details first and bigger picture later#again. autism. also writing dialogue is the worst. idk how people talk. I don't understand body language etc etc#I have written some pretty good dialogue before so I know I'm capable. it just really sucks when I have to scrutinise everything#and think “would people say this? do they talk like that?” its draining#so I was thinking about writing dialogue separately. maybe write it as a script for a play#which is essentially just dialogue. and then match it with the scene descriptions I have written#like. I know I'm a good writer. I very good one. but the way I have been writing so far has burned me out#because it was too much focused on all the boring bits and not enough on the freedom and joy of just writing#which is why I love free writing. it allows me to focus on a few tiny details and then develop them into something bigger#also I hate writing on a computer so I got some notebooks so I can write on paper instead#it's where I'm most creative I've found#anyway this all just to say that I think following writing advice is not for me at least not now when I'm rediscovering my passion#and that I need to trust myself more and do things that make me happy#so um yeah. best writing advice is to just write and worry about it later
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