#learning as I go

[unhingedaccuracy]

Part of the reason The Magnus Archives is so stellar to me is because the main character manages to be someone that knows and sees whilst simultaneously making the most chaotic and disjointed decisions known to man.

He’ll say he’s good then break into his predecessor’s flat.

He’ll be warned by his boss to stay tf out of the tunnels, immediately go into the tunnels, and then get lost in the tunnels.

Oh? Potential link between monster and table? No further research or study or even just. Sealing it in cement, which he knows has worked for other horrors. Absolutely not. His decision is to immediately go buy an axe.

He’ll flee a brutal pipe murder aftermath because that was his first impulse, even though he’s innocent and this sheds an unlikely light on his innocence.

He’s in another country and currently kidnapped? Steal from them. Steal something they most definitely will notice. I’m sure this won’t be a problem later.

Friend stuck in coffin no one has come out of before? Guess the only solution is to have an enemy excise my rib and go in after her. It’s fine it’s totes fine.

Companion stuck in Lonely? There’s almost no chance Jon will get back? ‘Kay he’s headed there text him if you need anything.

Episode 200 only ended with him getting stabbed because he went rogue.

TLDR: Jon is chaotic and erratic at the best of times, and!!!! It brings much joy. Well, not for him. But it makes the audio drama more entertaining for me.

[mia-martian]

My immediate thoughts when I saw this little man

Also including a version without the underpainting here. Twas just playing around with effects I found online, but can't tell if it looks better or worse with it tbh.

[glimmerbobsims]

Hi Hello!! New Simblr here

Finally worked up the courage to post yeah!!

Hi! I'm 30 years old and have been playing The Sims off and on since the Sims 3 days. This is my first time making a Simblr, but I've been lurking around on here for a long time and becoming more active with the community is something I've wanted to do for a while now. I am not entirely sure where I'm headed with this space, but most likely will be mostly gameplay/story focused. Will probably start with a challenge like Not So Berry (and hope that posting will make me actually stick to a save for once!) I adore focusing on the supernatural/occult aspects of the game so most of my posts will probably center around that.

I use a lot of mods and a lot of cc so please feel free to send me a wcif (apologies in advance if I take a while to get to these, though)!Anyway, happy to be here! Posting my Simself in this post to get started :)

Pose used: Darling by @katverse

Gshade Preset: Spring Bloom - Gameplay by @ladysimmercc

[windsweptinred]

'Heir to the Throne'

My very first pen and ink illustration in this style. And the last to have colour added to it.😊

[crewoftheoutlander]

Body all rigged up! Just need to work on her head then its finally on to painting/texturing.

[flicker-mouse]

So, no new Gargoyles content. Yet. Its all sat in my head until I can wrestle it out.

But head has instead been preoccupied with animating stuff. (If I hadn't mentioned yet, I only started to learn animation last year, so I am trying to get practice in wherever and however I can.) So, guess what I will be working towards next...

Yeah...

Animating some Gargoyles stuff.

You're all thrilled, I can tell :3

[the-depths-au]

Comic Update-

Style change!

I’ve made the decision a full color comic is too draining for me. I want to update consistently and with the size of this comic (17 chapters ha!), a style similar to the Linktober project is most enjoyable and manageable for me. We all get a little ambitious when we are excited, huh? Lesson learned!

So what does this mean- I’m currently updating the previously published pages with a greyscale style and a slightly heavier lineart. I will not be deleting the color pages. Shouldn’t cause too much of a delay in my posting schedule.

Thank you all for your patience and your support!

[fernyfarms]

How it started vs how it's going, lettuce sprout edition.

They had gotten pretty leggy, so I added height with cut-off TP tubes, then filled in with fresh dirt. Some of the babies had withered - I started them in old, dead dirt, because it's what I had on hand, and I think that had enough nutrients to get them started, but not enough to sustain the new growth, so hopefully the fresh dirt will resolve that issue. I also added grow lights, to hopefully resolve the legginess issue.

On the plus side, when you bury the stem like that, it turns into roots, so the babies are going to start out with deep, established root systems, in theory. (My mom had a garden for years, and I've picked up a bit here and there, but I haven't really fact-checked, lol.)

[coffeexxcigarettes]

Voices

-

I think growing up

Means accepting that sometimes

Words stick to you,

Like cotton sticks to honey.

They come back in the oddest ways,

At the oddest of times.

They may bring along a few extra,

Or some may rub off with years-

But they stay with you.

A song lyric with no tune,

A hushed whisper in a treehouse,

A lecture from a teacher.

We say to be gentle with children,

As you never know what they'll remember.

Forgive me,

But I don't know if we should only

Be saying that about

Children.

x

[uwudonoodle]

I will not be intimidated by this chapter. I made you. I am your god. I'm not afraid of you!

[unhingedaccuracy]

Thinking about S4 Jon…. No idea what is going on no idea where to go no idea what to do. Carried by the tide and reluctantly performing the familiar. I think his fashion sense would’ve changed far from S1 Jon. Perhaps he reverted to university styles.

[delilahdesanges]

[Sewing] Pleat Happy

I have learnt how to do pleats and I have become mad with power. First, I decided I wanted a semi-kilt to wear with trousers, for The Genders, and that canvas was a good choice for this because it’s generally quite ironable and also durable. I bought, in the end, an anime cosplay costume pattern with a schoolgirl kilt in it because it was the only bastard bloody thing that had something with a…

[areiacannaid]

[windsweptinred]

Anemone ~ what sacrifice got me. Sometimes what you wanted most needed to be paid for in blood.

(I finally got round to adding some colour to this 😁)

[watermeloncholycucumbersome]

Day 105 of Writing Something Everyday

(365 Day Challenge)

I keep smelling chemicals like chlorine,

I keep smelling the vinyl on a warm summers day and how the plastic would burn you if you weren't careful.

I remember the wet dogs - the smell of their fur, tongues hanging out the sides of their mouths huffing and puffing after running around and playing in the water all day.

I remember the smell of bathing suits and how the chlorine smell never washed out.

I remember the smell of coconut sunscreen and the way it never screened anything - it just smelt nice, smelt like summer I thought.

The smell of sand on a hot day, almost pungent but still bearable - comforting in a way strangely.

This all just started happening the other day.

Maybe it's because summer is coming up?

Maybe it's because it brings back nostalgia?

I don't know..

It's not necessarily bad memories, but it's not exactly memories needed right now when I'm alone.

I don't have faith or hope that my life will get any better or anything good will happen to me or for me.

When I'd lie on my back in that blow up pool in our backyard I felt like an adventure - the whole waiting and having any whimsy or anticipation whatsoever over my future.

I'm not sure if 13 year old me would like 31 year old me.

I never did anything on the time capsule list I said I wanted to do.

I thought I'd have my mom forever...

I'd have to tell little 13 year old me that her only and best friend would die and she'd have to traumatically watch this happen, not just on the day of her passing but for the rest of her life.

I don't have a boyfriend and never have, no family or friends, just alone and hoping someone arrives one day like a prince in a fairy tale to take me (the princess) away.

As a kid it's maybe tomorrow, then maybe next week, then maybe next month, then maybe next year until you're not even looking for love anymore and you haven't been keeping track.

Now when people show up I just feel like I'm being lied to and want them to just go and save the oxygen and brain cells they're going to use to fabricate what they tell me.

It's harder now as an adult, I can't see past my childhood and how I was then. Can't see that I'm not that girl anymore but sometimes I wish I could go back there to that time when I ate cereal and drank juice. Cartoons and colouring were life, lunches and suppers consisted of sandwiches and chips (possibly a slushee) and I was dying waiting to go back into the pool until I'd be called in later on that night.

To feel that water on my skin again, to hear those leaves on the trees rustle above my head, wondering if It was the wind, a squirrel or a cat moving the branch.

Boys climbing the fence to giggle at an 11 year old me in a bathing suit then running away when I noticed them.

There was a part of me as I drove under the water that giggled to myself as no one could hear but me.

Is it bad that I kind of miss that?

The innocence of thinking someone was cute, giggling and holding hands.

I wish I had experienced any of that completely and not half assed..

Being out in the pool when it started to rain that night, feeling bigger and better than I ever had.

Being out in the pool with you and wanting to kiss you so bad that night.

Staying up late with you to watch Titanic (both VHS tapes back to back) and NOT fall asleep. I can't remember who'd fallen asleep first?

Half happy because I didn't make it to the part where Jack dies - you would've seen me run away moments before that scene to cry alone because it made me so sad.

I remember being at that Christmas party, I was 6 and you were 7.

The adults had been calling us and they couldn't find us because we were under a blanket in the dark in a room (by ourselves)

You had been kissing my neck so much under that blanket my mom had to buy me turtle necks in every colour of the rainbow to cover up the shit load of hickey's you left on my neck..

I can't remember who found us but I remember the blanket being ripped off of us and lights in my eyes and lots of yelling.

I was the kindergarten trollup and I had no idea...Nor did anyone else. My mom made sure of that Lol

I don't believe that purgatory is a real place,

But I do believe we all have mini fun sized versions of it living in us.

Living in our brains..

We can't see it, touch it, taste it or hear it.

Yet somehow it's there?

It's so real that you can actually go there, but just in your mind's vehicle. Only we usually use it for negative places and get lost on memory lane.

I'm just in the passenger seat, just along for the drive but I hope we park soon.

Inside with my eyes closed I can smell the car, it's rented. The keychain around the rearview jangles lightly over the low music playing.

It smells like new air fresheners and I'm in my seat leaning back awkwardly like I'm in a nascar race - my back is hurting sitting like this for too long.

I'm not in control..

It's always night time when I'm here and I can never see the drivers face, just a light silhouette.

I've spoken about this before in the past too I think.

Everyone says they'll stay and not to worry, then they wonder why you have trust issues and are in the middle of a mental breakdown.

I know people are lying yet I allow them too having too much hope that maybe I'm wrong this time..

Then it happens again, proving me right again.

I even lowered my standards as I thought maybe I was just too choosey in picking friends, then people started coming to me and it was still all the same crap all over again.

No changes...

No surprises..

Nothing is new anymore and that's truly sad.

I have people around me now since my mom passed away and to me none of them are no more than acquaintances.

Nobody that I'd actually want to go for a coffee with.

Nobody I can just call up randomly because I want to, I have to be "squeezed" in or it has to be "arranged" leaving me feeling like I'm a burden.

It's just better to leave everyone alone...

I finally stood up for myself, I told the church lady that I didn't want her making plans for me and that church was in itself overwhelming for me that I'd add on things slowly down the road if I'd like to do I get used to everything slowly.

She got pissy and told me that "fine" she'd "not send me anything anymore" and I haven't heard anything from her in 3 days.

It was very childish and I can't deal with people who refuse to do anything other than what they choose to do.

I do not have to explain my grieving process to people who said "I know" a little too much in the beginning..

Shouldn't they know me then?

~Jenni

[majestic-trilliums]

Your hands trace my skin without even having to touch with a single finger. Ever so lightly, with every breath in and every breath out you, I can feel the heat coming from your lips, without having to trace them with my own. We captivate each other. You grabbed ahold of my heart without even having to try, as I took a look into your soul and placed it in my heart as soon as I saw you. We have died together through lifetimes, and buried as one. and we always seemed to find our way back when we were reborn. Because this is the Divine intervention.. this was the divine union that we’ve all been waiting for. We will rise above it all, with purity and light. With prosperity and enlightenment.. You are a God in my eyes, so I must allow you the space to gain the power that you once had. Then once you regain your power back, and you take control of it, we will then step into this universe and enable all the things that we are meant to do in this life. I will follow you everywhere, as you will follow me. Take my hand and let me guide you.. but also understand, I will not do it for you. Which you know already.