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ah fuck, so sorry ma’am-

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Oyster mermaid~
ah fuck, so sorry ma’am-
impossible to tell if eating many brownies at once was a bad idea because on one hand my stomach hurts but on the other hand I was very happy when consuming the brownies
“…use things to have good days.”
the loading screen trying to convince me to use even one of my 3000 consumables
Unfair of my job to expect me to show up when I have arts and also crafts to do
spring ~ 🌱
The lesson of avatar was never “killing bad people makes you just as bad as them” it was “you cannot be letting fascists dictate what counts as a win or loss” guys like come on it’s been 20 years
Katara doesn’t forgive Yon Rha and hug him and dry him off and walk him home she leaves him scared and sniveling and crying in the mud but she leaves him alive because she realized in that moment that she was only doing this because she felt like she had to. She hates this man, therefore she should want to kill him, right? The narrative isn’t saying wow Katara killing a mass murdering fascist dickwad is just as bad as said dickwad killing an innocent wife and mother during a raid on her home, it’s saying wow isn’t it fucked up that this little girl has been forced to carry this deep seated anger in her for most of her life to the point where the only outlet she believes she has for it is killing a man in cold blood? And like… yeah! That is pretty fucked!
go steady
Glacier Peak Circumnavigation by williswall
Cage
Sunny Meadow Hans Emmenegger - 1904
My pathfinder character Dima post a two year timeskip
weeds
trying to get your story together like:
Explaining your story to a willing ear:
“I really like your story! is there more?”
“I like this character, is there more about them?”
When they ask “What happens next?” and you haven’t figured it out yet.
When you have figured things out but you haven’t written/drawn anything yet, and trying to figure out how to:
When you only write and draw things out of order and everything remains in the drafting stage:
NO FUCK IT, NO MORE IDLING. LETS TRY THIS FOR REAL!! IT’S SCARY AND INTIMIDATING AND IT’LL TAKE FOREVER TO FINISH!!! BUT YOU GOTTA START!!! THIS IS THE YEAR OF SELF-DISCIPLINE!!
When you try to overachieve yourself and end up burning yourself out halfway through the start-up.
Lesson learned - Don’t start a huge project acting like you’ve done this type of workload your whole life, when in reality, you’re not structured enough to know how to divide your (already low) energy into a healthy work schedule.
When you’re making the webcomic as you go - But you aren’t exactly sure of all the details yet:
When you are:
publishing your story online and gain momentum and readers like it and you get a contract with a cool publisher - and everyone’s rooting for you…
But you still feel like an incompetent fool:
You love when people have questions about your story. You love when people are genuinely interested in your characters!!
……….But you can’t answer without giving spoilers….
When people get really, like.. very-very, angry at (antagonist) characters and you’re not sure if you’ve done a good job or if you should intervene:
(Yes, I’m vikingmera, I changed my blog name)
And now you’re here. You’re a webcomic artist. Like, just slightly more official than before.
People actually read your story. You’ve signed with a webhost/publisher. Your arm is breaking, but you need to upload the next page, and you forgot about the emails. OH GODS THE EMAILS, I FORGOT THE EMAILS!!
And you take your third cup of coffee and make a third attempt at deciphering your responsibilities.
When your first braincell tries to explain to your second braincell that: you’re a one man team and working up a que of pages for a vacation is impossible without working during a vacation in advance.
But your second braincell still can’t believe it couldn’t be done:
When the next page is actually still gonna take a little longer to upload, even after you’re back from vacation, because it still takes a week to actually make it too:
When you have most of your story’s important beats written down, but now you have to connect them all by writing and drawing it all out. And you’re not totally sure you know what that looks like until you’re sitting in front of the page:
[Hey, btw, read my webcomic: in blood we rise]
When you find yourself procrastinating and time flew by faster than you accounted for, and now you’re just here trying to lawyer up against yourself like; is it reeeeaaally procrastinating on my work if I’m drawing and developing my art skill by practising techniques in fanart that has a much lower bar for perfectionism????? AM I NOT ALLOWED FUN??? (ps. you are yelling at yourself)
The answer is, I DON’T KNOW. But I do know that stress and avoidance is one hell of a procrastination engine. [psst, read my webcomic that I’m totally not procrastinating on]
IT WAS ABOUT THE JOURNEY ALL ALONG. You knew that, of course, but now you understand.
And you’re here now. Back to basics.
Letting go of the pressure to perform perfection. you’re not even sure when it began infiltrating your nook of creativity. But it did.
You, like everyone before you, the ritual; you must fall into the hole too. It’s okay, though. There’s a way to climb out. Just love yourself a bit.
All those talks you had about not overdoing it… You took the cheese in the mousetrap anyway. Because like Iccarus the mouse, you were hungry and told yourself, “A nibble is fine! What’s the worst that can happen?”
Well… Burnout, perfectionism and overthinking happened.
But what have you learned?
Cringe is dead, and you are free. Your master is imagined, and you can make this story in your own way, however you want. And it can be fun again. Entertain yourself first, the rest will follow.
Enjoy that cheese, the trap was in your head.