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Hi! How do you make your stickers? They look very nice, especially the holo ones!!!!

i literally just print them out on sticker paper i got on amazon using my printer from like 2016 and slap a holo vinyl film over top, then cut them out by hand. i dont necessarily recommend it (they are not super waterproof, which i think may be because i got matte sticker paper instead of gloss whoops, and cutting them by hand takes a loooong time) but i have gotten good results for just fucking around with things

i eventually want to pivot to using a manufacturer for stickers so i get a more consistent result (and save my jank hands from scissors), but for now being able to print at home and experiment has been GREAT

that said, i would wager it probably helps that i am using affinity designer to make the images. its a vector program like adobe illustrator (but not god awful expensive -- six month free trial baybee) so the images im making are really crisp, even on my decade old printer

besides the cost of the printer (which i appropriated from an ex when he moved out and left a bunch of shit behind) and the cost of ink for said printer, i put down eeeh $40ish in supplies for the sticker paper and the holo vinyl. i have used maybe 1/3 of it making somewhere around 200+ stickers, including all the stickers ive fucked up mislaying the vinyl or cutting out badly. ive made roughly 2.5x that back from the sales of my stickers, even tho i keep giving them out to people Just Because lmao. again, not the hardiest of stickers, but pretty solid for fucking around

this is the sticker paper i got and these are some of the holo films i got (i got three packs from the same listing iirc). im printing on a cannon mp250 using the settings "matte photo paper" and "high" quality. i DO need to recalibrate my printer to better match the colors of my screen, especially when printing vectors. i also cut the sheets of stickers and vinyl into smaller sections so its easier to smoothly apply the film, and have a track slicey paper cutter for scrap booking i use to do that. i havent done it yet, but i wager this technique with the matte paper could also work really well for hand drawing stickers if you have the Skillz but not a printer

if u (or anyone) tries out my method (as it were) please do tag me so i can see! i would lov to share (and perhaps do sticker trades 👀)

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It’s been a thousand years and I’m rusty, but I recently regened my beautiful tundra progen, and it’s hard to draw. I love her.

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Nym looks ready to King But Why Tho

My first set of artfight attacks! For artfight user Embyrfire, @typingnoise , @wandering-the-worlds , and @kyphaz

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I do in fact love it. 🥰🥰

So my pal @typingnoise found a fun “what’s your fursona species” filter over on TikTok, and they were assigned a snow leopard.

So naturally I had to make it happen for them. They love it.

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its wednesday!! and i remembered!! was given the word “defeated” to find and so yall get a snippet of the next chapter of coping skills. im sorry lmao

Keep reading

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https://www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/replacement/list?title_no=590408

Myself and Shathari (Collectively Serpent Moon Studios) have successfully completed our first Comic Project!

Replacement has everything you could want, Fey, Gays, and Crime.

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It's a problem

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Layer Effects Tutorial by Robin

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I am entirely too sleep deprived but I can't stop laughing at this lil guy. Head Empty. No thoughts. Only Scream at Moon.

Art by myself as a silly lil thing

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Tonight I get to once again Gay Up Christmas while reading A Christmas Character by Charles Dickens. 😌

(reading can easily be found on Twitch under Serpent Moon Studios 7pcst)

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highborne starweaver adoptable i’m selling over on the blue bird app >here<

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its 5am and i have made many questionable decisions before i made a good one by drawing bakugou

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Quiet Devotion (CW alluding to abuse)

The wastes are full of wonderful sights, from the sprawling cavernous cities to the beasts that wander the sands. None more so than the Oasis of the Ancestors. Here it is said the water is as blue as the sky and the sands as soft as the clouds. Flowers of all shapes and colors grow along its water banks and within its sandy soil. Our focus though, is on one particular flower. A flower of red blades that stands tall amongst its peers, watching those who enter the oasis heart.

It is said that only those in need of a safe haven can find their way past the thick trees that guard the oasis from the world. One day, on a day much like now, when the sky rumbled its discontent, the clouds refused to relinquish their watery treasure, and the air was thick enough to choke on, a young Vosian found herself alone in the waste. You see little listener, the Oasis of the Ancestors has no permanent home, it goes where it is called and on this day it was called to a woman with tears staining her pallid face.

The branches shifted and welcomed her in with open arms. Her blistered and bruised feet welcomed the feel of soft grass beneath them, chapped lips sighed in relief as cool water graced them. For the first time in years the woman felt safe in the shade of the Oasis. Trembling fingers ran over tender and bruised skin, the sharp inhale of her breath the only thing that broke the silence around her. She closed her eyes against the memories of his hands on her body, of his words scarred into her soul.

Here she knew she was safe. Knew she could heal and hide as she let herself cry. The pain in her body spilled through her eyes and watered the ground beneath her.

The woman's tears caught the attention of our flower. Though it could not move, it listened and watched. The woman slept soundly through the night under the watchful gaze of the flower. As she woke she greeted the flowers she came upon and thanked them for their kindness. She sat beside the flower with petals like blades and she prayed. The flower listened. The flower watched.

Days turned to weeks as the woman nursed wounds visible and not. She spoke softly to the flowers in the Oasis but paid special attention to the one that stood red and proud over the others. To this one she whispered her secrets. She spoke of her home, of the smell of her mother's bread always filling the air. She spoke of her faith in the very ancestors who had planted the flower. As she spoke, careful hands removed dead leaves to "make room for new growth" she'd whisper.

The flower enjoyed these quiet moments. Enjoyed the soft prayers she would whisper into its petals.

Weeks become months. The flower didn't mind the company. The flower didn't mind when the woman cried beside it as she spoke of a man who had loved her once. The flower watched as the woman's fingers traced over old scars. The flower yearned to comfort her as her tears watered its soil. In the quiet night as the first star peaked between the leaves of the tree the flower promised to never let the woman have reason to hurt again.

One morning as the sun warmed the leaves of the flower it watched as the woman readied to leave. Her cheeks were fuller and always stretched with a smile these days. The flower felt the gentle touch along its petals once more.

"Goodbye, thank you for your company." She whispered. The woman left the oasis but so did the flower. Its roots moved through the sand as it followed her through the waste. Petals became small blades gripped in sharp edged leaves as the flower drove off the beasts that coveted her. Where she traveled so did the flower, her quiet protector.

The flower watched as the woman settled in a new town, watched as she met a new love, one who showed her only the softest of touches and kindest of words. The flower watched as the woman's hair turned white as the clouds that offered shade, as her skin wrinkled and sagged, as the love around her grew with each new addition to her tribe.

The flower watched as the woman lay in her bed surrounded by her own garden of people. The flower watched as she drew her last breath. The flower felt it against its petals, and heard her soft whisper once more.

"Thank you, little one, for your protection."

Something shifted in the flower. Roots left the sand and twisted together until the flower stood up on two legs. Leaves split as fingers formed and petals shifted to unruly hair. Shadows shifted and morphed until the once flower was clothed.

The ancestors gifted the once flower a name and a purpose. "Keshet," they whispered. "Protect. Guide." They commanded.

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our flag means death but make it don bluth that ended up being a series apparently (bunch of these are available on my inprnt if you’re interested, shop link is on my description!)