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What am I doing here?

I was trying to record a serious promo for my shirt.

It was 11 pm.

I have ADHD.

Link in bio

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The ND experience in merch

....Or something.

I made a shirt out of a "happy art accident" design, and am selling it to fund my comic con table (Budapest). If you like shirts, potatoes, or helping out small artists, trying to survive on adrenaline and coffee, don't hesitate to buy one. (link lower) Or reblog. Even reblogs help a lot! 💛

The actual story behind it is that I was trying to draw a lemon, but my hands were like "Nah. You're too tired. You get shaky blob". And I hated it, cuz it didn't feel like a lemon. Someone said it looked like a potato, which gave me the idea for the caption.

And then, on accident, me and my sister saw it on a shirt mockup. And, well, we had to get them ourselves (that's what you see on the image)

So if you wanna pre-order one:

https://ko-fi.com/s/888d8ef424

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This is called "Hydration check failed"

This is a great sticker for that one waterbottle you keep forgetting,

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Day 3

So, I forgot my pencil and eraser. I did however have my sketchbook and 48 colored pencils. So someone suggested I just go with it. I did. It's decent I think

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Day 2

This is a bit more complicated than day 1.

I do accept critiques, but even I see issues that could have been fixed.

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day 1

I have finally actually started the 30 days.

This day I didn't actually care as you can probably tell. Took me 10 minutes to do these and I didn't try to make them better

(Supposed to be a maned wolf. I love those little goobers nowadays)

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And here is the second of those "I may as well post it now" drawings.

This is Reilly. Also made for the same person, just from a different campaign.

This is Reilly's biggest moment. Thanks to a nat20, he was able to stop a tidal wave caused by the poles suddenly melting. And by stop I mean completely obliterate the water and the waves with one clap and seismic powers

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Since I've already put these here in a commission post, I may as well share them in themselves.

My Tumblr blog was originally a place I used as an anti-perfectionism space. I'd share what I was proud of at the time, regardless of how terrible it was.

But I guess I should show the learning curve or something. Or just finally share the drawings I am most proud of

(I had to ask permission from the person I drew them for, and I kept forgetting to do so.)

If you're still here, this is a character I drew for one of my DND party members. His name is Mace, and he murdered my character's family in cold blood. Then my character went full Ody in Epic on him.

Despite that, this is one of my favorite characters from our campaigns. As you can probably see, he's a fire bender. Also... part dragon

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Open for commissions

well, I guess I'm doing this.

Im starting out with a small batch, I have 3 spots for commissions. Any more and I'd burn myself out before I even start.

I am drawing mainly digitally. Here's a list of what types.

Animal - fully colored for 16 USD

Character - more humanoid, full body, for 35 USD. Bust, for 25 USD. Those are the two I'm comfortable with. I'm not good with just heads.

Dnd scene - one character and a background, for 40 USD

extras (in case you want something more than one character):

Animal: 7 USD per animal

Character: 17 USD per character

Background (more than a color or geometric shapes): 5 USD

The background is included in the dnd scene, but the rest apply there, too.

Feel free to DM me with questions or inquiries.

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this is a dress. And day 0 of me attempting to get better at drawing. 30 days from now I'll try again

Now it's supposed to be a ceremonial dress for the hunters of Artemis. They wear it when a new hunter makes her first kill and is initiated into the hunt. Why did I need this? Because my story will involve one scene with it.

Also, while obviously, there's room for improvement, it turned out better than I expected. I'm.. .. actually proud of this.

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This one is called "blood moon"

Yes. I am feeling fine thank you

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I usually can't get myself to draw a tree because I think I'll screw it up. Then I have a sensory meltdown from anxiety and go and sketch this.

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☆ NEW CASTOFF PAGE ☆

☆ New Page ☆ Read from Beginning | Get early access on Patreon!  

☆ Castoff is a fantasy-adventure comic about magic kids with glowing eyes on the run from their problems (and the fantasy cops). Contents include magic boys, badass ladies, fight scenes and found family. New pages every Monday and Friday! ☆

(Reblogs appreciated!)

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Miss Martian is a name used sparingly throughout Supergirl, mostly because M'gann, unfortunately, is a highly underrated character. But I noticed something about the times it is used in season 2 of the show.

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I consume a frankly unhealthy amount of media and I think way too much. As a result, I have a lot of thoughts about various topics regarding various pieces of media that I attempt to write down, hoping it finds those who are interested.

https://thehomeofdelusions.blogspot.com/

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I am a half-gem demigod who got accepted at Hogwarts where I befriended Marcy Wu. Instead of finishing school, I decided to learn glyph magic from Eda, got turned into an inhuman with an LMD copy of myself. When researching Asgardians and the Bifrost I accidentally blasted myself into Centopia where I got chosen by the sword of She-ra. I learned Klingon and plugged into the Matrix to save the chosen one. Before I left I visited CC Jitters and met with Marcus Cane and Abby Griffin. After that, I got sent to Shadowprison-X to discover the coverup of MA828. I escaped with the help of Leonard Snart and Lincoln Burrows.

I helped Oliver Queen track down Amalia True, but Bill Cypher opened up a chaos rift when we found her. To save Sunny Starscout and Joy le Frog I jumped into the rift, where I got devoured by the Nowhere king. My soul flew to the halls of Mandos where I met Sokka, Kya, and Tenzin. I spent 3,5 Jeremy Bearimies there before I got a new physical form and found myself in the Casita. Toothless stole my lightsaber so I followed him to the basement where I found myself in Quest Buy. I strolled through the shop where I saw Chris and Martin Kratt shopping for ikran. I found an old wardrobe through which I visited Narnia, had tea with Alice, and used one of my three wishes to get out of there.

I found myself in Storybrook where I asked for directions from Blyte Beckster and Zoe. They helped me find my way to the Storm Spire where I had a meeting with Corazon and Morgan. As we were discussing the public reception of the Kitti Katz Liv took me to the supercollider. The Nothing was leaking into our world. Despite the combined effort of The Outsiders, Enid Sinclair, and the Heroics, it was rapidly advancing.

In the end, Buster Moon made a musical to distract it while Jim Lake used the amulet of eclipse to banish it to the celestial plane. Then Lucky found the perfect puppy for me just as I was helping Félicie learn a hard dance move. I went on a hike and visited Jonas who told me I had to go find Bluey, the mother of my puppy. On my way, I smelled a batch of purple flowers, so soon after the dogs reunited, I died to the sick and went to the spirit realm where I spent eternity learning the secrets of the universe from Shifu.

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Thorns aka some venting

DISCLAIMER: I am using this post to vent in a way that I still share it with people but I don't have to tell anyone I know personally. There's nothing really personal in this post, mostly just some frustration with how hard generally existing can be sometimes, through metaphorical writing.

I should also mention geez so many disclaimers, I'm starting to reconsider if this is worth it I mention blood, but it's purely metaphorical in this context.

Please proceed only if you are willing to read something like that. A kind of woe is me writing.

Thorns

The pain of the thorns tearing into my legs is still sharp, even though I’ve been walking in them for years. But I can’t think of that. No one else seems to care. They trot ahead like it’s nothing. I look after them and see as they wave for me to catch up. They’re smiling. But I can see the confusion: a raised eyebrow, a few whispers, and the question that carries over the distance: Are you okay?

I smile and nod; yeah, I'm just out of breath. I’ll catch up. It’s a nightmare, but I can’t tell them. I have been telling them so many times.I’ve been talking about the thorns that make it hard to move, the bushes around our legs that shoot pain up my thighs with the slightest movements, but they don’t seem to see it. And even those who do…. No one seems to get it. It’s like they all move on, and I’m stuck.

Except, some of them have more to go through. I can see that too, the coils wrapped around some of their bodies. Red and brown streaks left behind on their backs. And they seem to be doing fine. I have nothing to complain about. So I lift my leg, blood dripping to the ground, and brace myself. One step. Two steps. A cry. Anger. Out of breath. I just... can't.

I want to go, but it seems even those who struggle. Those whose whole being is red with blood can push through. They offer a helping hand, but I’m just holding them back. And I don’t want that. They have a bigger load and yet they're the ones who want to pull me through. I can't do that to them.

So I stop. I tell them I need time. That I’m hurt, and I need to figure this out. I tell them to go and don’t stop for me. And they say okay and move on. But alone is worse. So I run, ignoring the pain, until they see me. And I collapse. Now, I’m surrounded by thorns everywhere. And it's all my fault. I caused my own hurt.

I can’t move, but that’s not an option. I have to. Everyone else is moving. And it’s all the same thorns, so why am I so sick of them? Why can everyone just… go? Like it’s no big deal? Like there aren’t thick pieces of sharp wood biting into their legs, arms, or even heads?

Why can they go when I can’t?