FREIGHT! IS GREAT! @w4ilingbell - Tumblr Blog

Autohavenwreckerz=> W4ilingbell

#Hi nyall. sorry for deleting my blog. there was a lot of stuff on there I didn't want anymore like stuff and my mom & my job ect.#bad juice inside of it all around.#I probably won't repost any of my art I had before but if you had a specific thing you wanted to keep I likely still have the file somewher #also URL change to closer match my twitter handle

interestingmistakes

Reblogging this manually. Op doesn't want credit for fear of being terminated.

my beat boxing buddy #mybeatboxingbuddy

#my art #bastion overwatch #lucio overwatch #this was intended to be gay shit but they can also just be pals //vauge handwave// who cares #idec about the ship very much but people are being weird ab bas on twitter so i felt very vindicated

thinking about my bastion mii in tomodachi

#my art #bastion overwatch #the mii came before the drawings to clarify so thats why the mii is white as fuck . decided not to drawn him so pale ill change it next tim #I play #his hair texture isn't consistent but (shuts my eyes) its fine its doodles

mspaintbrush

No more excuses to draw our favourite robot boy and his bestie!

Bastion's reference is done and available on the drive!

Find it here:

Confused? Check out the main post

Current progress: 13/39 heroes

#bastion #tagging so i never lose this LEWL thank you for my life

creatingblackcharacters

THE LONG-AWAITED WEBSITE!!!!

It's not perfect- Strawpage's design tools are... not great- but I did my best to bring you all a Tumblr-free transcription of all my lessons. This is probably the most labor-intensive thing I've done for this page (next to the character polls). Four months of blood, sweat, and tears... and now, she LIVES!!!!

Some Notes:

I created it with the intent of Desktop use, so Mobile might have some issues. If it's not working on your phone, try desktop.

Out of the multiple browsers tested (Firefox, Google, Edge, Brave, Safari), Firefox had some issues sporadically.

I'm still going to post lessons on here, first. This page is priority to me, and the website is more of an archive.

The fonts are normal past this opening page.

I will be adding a portion to send funds soon, if'n you are feeling kind and generous.

Thank you all for your patience while I worked on this. It was a labor of love and I hope that it shows. 🙏🏾 Happy scrolling!

creatingblackcharacters

Reminder that if you get sick of Tumblr but still want to create Black characters, I have a website 👍🏾

rocksichord

i looove this stex illustration

#THE ARTICLE ATTACHED IS KILLING ME

romehbo

cavvyiswriting

I know, logically, that Project Zomboid's loot is randomized.

And yet I enjoy imagining what the lives of the zombified people I intrude on were like before July 9th, 1993.

A self-help book on divorce sits on a kitchen counter next to a carton of wine, unopened. Within the house is only one zombie, a woman with some wealth, judging by her jewelry and the large house surrounded by a farm with good acreage. The home was made for two. A large double bed dominates the master suite upstairs, two end tables with two matching lamps bracketing it. Two dressers are pushed against the wall beneath a large window perfectly situated to allow in the warming morning light. This home was made for two that expected a third. Next to the master suite is a smaller room, decorated well, but too neat to have been lived in yet. It's a nursery. Clothes and toys still tucked away in a large wardrobe that held within it the promise of years and a life to come. It's a nursery for no child. Its walls not decorated with crude and loving crayon drawings, but almost stark bare and eerily empty. From the nursery's window, I can see the driveway and garage, big enough for a family-oriented sedan to fit comfortably. And yet, no car sits there. Where an expecting couple would surely have owned a vehicle three miles from town.

I can't stop thinking about the zombified woman who wanted more out of life, and I can't stop wondering where her estranged spouse may have ended up. Were they the crashed sedan down the road? Or are they implied to be alive, human, still?

I'll never know, and that kind of haunts me.

Random chance loot tables have broken my heart and brought a tear to my eye by telling me a story they were never, ever designed with the intention of telling me here and now.