Would u believe that this is the only screenshot I have of this piece bc I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT 💔💔💔💔 and I was cooking with the Buddha lobes dawg
Should I try drawing this again ?
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Would u believe that this is the only screenshot I have of this piece bc I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT 💔💔💔💔 and I was cooking with the Buddha lobes dawg
Should I try drawing this again ?
🎀🎀🎀
yes
no
LOST WIP - Whump Steve Harringotn
CW: Suicidal thoughts
Steve Harrington was tired.
Tired from the shitty day he'd been having.
Tired of all the sleepless nights he'd been having over the last few years.
Lost the file a bit ago, but here have a creaturetale sans design.
May post some details about what those markings means later-
Omg I’d love to see!!!
:D
Working Title: Where the Moon Meets the Sea
The sea thrashed, a roiling, angry thing; coal waves clawed at the dismal, gray shore like an animal rabid. Yet it yielded the Diver, sopping off his suit of waterproof canvas and shining, copper scuba helmet. It gave him up begrudgingly, clinging to his boots as if in silent plea, don’t go, don’t go, don’t leave me, forcing him to pause and pull himself free.
Trudging from the black waves, the Diver’s boots sunk deep into the sand, heavy without the buoyancy of the water to lift them. Dragging behind him as he plodded up the sand was a thick cord attached to the back of his helmet. Meant to deliver oxygen, it did not so much serve that purpose anymore as it tethered him to the sea, stretching further than the Diver had ever dared to explore. He had yet to learn just how long it was. Or what it connected to.
Guess who dropped their phone THROUGH a ceiling and replaced it but lost literally all 447 notes of 30k+ word works in progress that were apparently NOT backed up.
I wonder how many amazing stories and ideas ended up as WIPs or even died in the writers head
That's so sad, Alexa play despacito.
Ugh, had an old fic I started almost when I started this blog.
i feel like finishing it, but I can not find it and it's pissing me off lmao.
Okay! So I finished this today but... This is what was erased shortly after due to happy go lucky flash attack! So I had to redo this part over again!! But luckily my rage and dedication pushed me to finish this again before I loose my shit or try doing this same scene tomorrow, so I'll post 2 parts this ones the one that I no longer have...