long time no post art, been slowly working on this in the past almost 2 months :]
this is what i had last night before i decided to completely change the lighting color lol it was too bright for the Mood i wanted im glad i changed it
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i wish it wasn't so normal for people to complain about unfinished wips or fics that take a long time to update. because sometimes i think i have a really fun idea for a fic but it'd take a while for me to write, and i like talking about my work as i do it and i don't like writing entire fics over like 20k without sharing, because i lose steam. so if i were to write and post that cool fic idea, it'd be as a wip. and then i think about all the people who just refuse to engage with wips, or all the other people who would just go "update pls" all the time, and of how people only really comment in the first 24 hours something is posted and then it's lost to obscurity, and then i just go "actually whats the point in going through the effort writing this out? i'll just daydream about it now and then and be done with it." and then i don't write it. alas!
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My number one tip for new Tumblr artists, or for artists in general:
‼️POST THAT WIP‼️
People fucking love sketches, people love loose and messy art, people love getting to see your lines before colour!!
WIPs often do just as well, if not better than an intricately rendered piece. You have nothing to lose by sharing that WIP!
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byler brainrot still going strong
i see ONE (1) byler edit to same old love and suddenly get inspo
these byler st5 made up screencaps of mine go crazyyy
edit: i love combining fandom theories with my own as little tiny easter eggs in these
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“And to reward them, the gods carried their bodies into the night sky. Their bones turned into stars, and because we can see them, we still remember their stories.”
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Last Line WiP
I've missed SO many of these + the music monday's y'all have tagged me in. I sorry. 🤦🏻♀️
I swear someday I'll post normal/too long WiPs again.
From 'Lucky Strike':
Cooper isn’t afraid of some perma-virgin hiding in a scrap-metal suit, but decides to humor Alex anyway. She seems sufficiently concerned.
Taggin' all y'all cause I'm so damn late: @socially-awkward-skeleton @josephslittledeputy @aceghosts @shallow-gravy @derelictheretic @adelaidedrubman
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blatantly making [DnD character’s] backstory a steddie fic for wip weekend please I am so intrigued!!
oh thank you!!! You have no idea how excited I am that you requested this, this fic is my (very neglected) baby !! (and based on my favorite PC who is a human bard called Max in a modern campaign setting, i just wanted to share that lmao)
“Steve? Eddie?” Someone calls from the other room and they spring apart. “Where did you go?”
“Uhh,” Eddie says and Steve rolls his eyes. “Just getting water,” he calls back, “we’ll be out soon.”
“Get me an ice cream too,” the someone, who Steve now realizes is definitely Dustin, shouts before he hears the back door sliding open and then shut again.
He waits a couple of seconds to be sure they're alone again and then raises an eyebrow at Eddie. “Uhh,” he parrots.
“There’s not a lot of blood in my brain, kinda difficult to think” Eddie snipes back but he’s smiling.
Steve tilts his head, “I make it hard for you to think straight?”
Eddie gives him an unimpressed look, “that’s the worst thing anyone has ever said to me Harrington, and I had an angry mob with pitchforks after me.”
Steve shrugs, “what are you gonna do about it?” Then he lets a slow smile spread across his lips, and glances down at Eddies ‘no blood in his brain situation’ “big boy.”
Eddie’s jaw audibly snaps shut and when Steve looks up he’s giving him a wide-eyed look. ‘Yeah, got him back for that one’ Steve thinks, satisfied to have some leverage back between them.
Eddie closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “You are gonna have to stay so far away from me Harrington, or I will jump your bones and traumatize all our friends even more than they already are. Then when everyone has left I will deal with all,” he waves a hand between them, “this.”
“You keep calling me Harrington,” Steve points out, “what, no more baby? Sweetheart? Princess?”
Eddie turns on his heel.
“So far away,” he shouts over his shoulder.
(very late) WIP weekend (Wednesday)/make me write
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Last year I knit a teddy bear for my baby cousin for his first Christmas and he loves it so much his parents have (very kindly) asked for me to please make a second one Just In Case something happens to the first.
Which I've been putting off for a while. But the power of adhd, restlessness, and sleep deprivation combined got me here to today! The original bear took 70 grams of yarn, and the remaining 30 was almost perfect for knitting all the limbs/little bits. I have less than 5 grams left of that original skein which isn't even enough for a leg. Now I get to break into a brand new skein for the last fun parts of this bear (the knitting) before I get to the Evil (so. much. seaming. and face shaping. the face shaping is like four times as bad as the seaming.)
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so i was talking to my two friends who also write and we discussed our wips (original stories) and they kept saying how they point out real problems with the story, or the deeper meanings, annalogies, etc they plan to put in the book
and i'm there like: 😶
girl my whole thing is found family shares a braincell and plot happens 😭
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