#rough start

[fluxxdog]

Feeling tired and started to chide myself because I did nothing.

Thanks to other on here, I stopped and looked at what I actually did. Since waking up at 6 AM, I...

Cuddled

Took care of my morning maintenance

Prepped breakfast (breakfast burritos)

Prepped coffee

Made a shopping list up for tomorrow

Ate breakfast

Prepped a new batch of clod brew

It's now 7 AM. I've done quite a few things. So maybe I can let up on myself. Thanks to the folks on here who pointed out how easy it is to forget what you did and how easy it is to actual note what you've done.

#rough start #self correction #you don't know how abusive things can be until you're away from them #don't miss facebook #don't miss twitter #don't miss reddit

[thechaosfriends]

Been a bit huh? How about some updates.

Firstly, we are sorry for the lack of updates or uploads on comics OR artwork. 2024 has started off really rough for us who work on Chaos Friends, with life and, it's many personal obstacles, getting in the way of making light-hearted funny comics.

BUT FEAR NOT! We're slowly getting back on track and will be up and running at full power very soon. We have Episode 8 part 2 all laid out (expect updates to that next week!) and more mini-sodes on the horizon too!

Again sorry we've been in the dark for a while and greatly appreciate the support you've given us over the years! For now stay warm out there and stay tuned for your favorite disaster family will be back soon!

#my art #artist on tumblr #indie artist #update #comic update #news #news update #webcomic #indie comic #webtoon #tapas #new year #2024 update #rough start #thank you #sorry #bebacksoon #personal problems #disaster #blobbor #winter #artblock #seasonal depression #blog post #my comic #personal post #life update

[rhysnolastname]

j esus christ that was a first 30 minutes of my day and it’s been enough day. back to bed

#rough start #i have to work #so no back to bed for me

[screenshot-thoughts]

"Always start your day with a positive attitude!"

#ideas #my screenshots #screenshot #thoughts #life #change #mindset #growth #art #love #positive #meme #humor #rough start #sleep

[from-nobody-to-nightmare]

Chapter 2 Delve into Madness

“I used to think I was afraid of being lost, but then I realized I was afraid of who might find me.”

― Nenia Campbell, Raise the Blood

The red sky rushed past me as I fell unceremoniously onto the pavement below. Everything went dark for a while, or at least it must have been; I’m not sure how much time had passed. When I came to my head rang with what felt like the worst headache I have ever had the displeasure of having, and my mouth felt full of cotton. My body ached something fierce as if it wanted to dissolve into pudding; I languidly covered my eyes wishing the world to go away. Then a nauseating stench slipped into my nostrils; it was gruesome, like organic rot festering under a hot humid sun. 

“Hey! We got a live one!” a voice blared what sounded like a short distance away from me; part of me hoped it was someone to help. “ Get the axe!” That short sentence changed everything in a microsecond. My heart began to race as I tried to scramble to get up. The ground beneath me was slick and every footfall seemed to squeeze the puke-inducing stench from under me.  I gagged violently, but nothing came out, just wheezing dry heaves. I slipped trying to find footing again while retching with my eyes watering over and began tumbling down that putrid-smelling mystery hill. I crashed nauseously into another pile of I don’t know, wobbling out on unsteady legs. The smell was less gag-inducing down here, but it was still pretty bad.

“There!’’ The yelling pierced through my scrambled senses. My panic reignited as saw a group of shadowy figures closing the distance; each of them brandishing weapons that I’d rather not introduce myself to. I scurried away into the maze of refuse I found myself in. I had to RUN. RUN where? I don’t know; my eyes darted eagerly around, looking for any path that led anywhere but back there. I wish I paid more attention to where I was at the top of that hill before I rolled down it. “I guess it’s eenie meenie miney mo from here.” My mind bounced back and forth as I whispered hurriedly “Left, right, left, right, Eenie, meenie, miney, moe, Catch a tiger by the toe. If he hollers, let him go, Eenie, meenie, miney, moe. And you are not it! Right, it is.” I would like to say I picked a sound direction but I’d be lying to myself as I heard a loud clatter behind me followed by menacing laughter. I turned the next corner a distinct click echoing into my ears followed by an all too familiar sound of thunder. Somebody just took a shot at me!?! The bullet ricocheted off some scrap metal as I ran through the narrow passage and ducked into an alcove hoping to not be seen as they rushed by me without a second thought.  

I wasted no time in running back the way I came to the fork in the path and took the other route. Huffing and panting with little time to think, I listened for the echos of my pursuers hoping that I lost them. My breath was getting more ragged as I paused to get my bearings, gasping for the fresh air that didn’t exist here, noticing that the hills were getting smaller and more dispersed the farther I went. It was a glimmer of hope seeing the long, almost ethereal sticks manifesting into view, my best guess being that it was a chainlink fence. Renewed vigor allowed me to pick up my already weary pace as a bated smile overtook my face with every inch I took toward potential freedom. 

That is until I saw a nightmare from the corner of my eye, converging into full view. What a horrific surprise; one of them must have doubled back to find me. I never heard them coming. I spied the meat cleaver, with its wicked sheen being held aloft and poised to strike. I stumbled back, narrowly dodging the first swing, bleating loudly. 

Wait..… Bleat? Did I bleat? That can’t be right. I heard a grunt as they lifted the cleaver again. Now’s not the time! I’ve got to RUN! My poor attempt at a feint caused the cleaver to slice my arm deep. The pain burned like agonizing fire as I felt it go limp to my side, the blood washed out and down my arm intensifying it like salt to a wound. I tried to lift it a little as I dodged another swing as a trail of crimson continued to drip onto the floor. I pinned the wounded arm to my chest trying to stymie the flow with my already dingy hospital gown, staining it with fresh blood. I turned tail and ran again or well hobbled; ducking around one of the larger piles that was just big enough to cover my head to get some distance between us. The mystery piles became more distinguishable the slower I moved,  trying to sneak around them. My eyes widen in shock…. They were bodies, wait more than just bodies. It was the rust and ruin of countless dead as if this was a massive open grave compounded with a junkyard. No wonder the air was so putrid; I awoke in a dumping ground. A fresh sting of pain brought me back to my senses. Oh yeah, my arm, shit. I glanced back up, trudging quietly to the fence as it became more visible again with each passing step, hoping to find some sort of break I could squeeze out of. 

As if by divine providence, I found a gap held open by rusted sheet metal held in place by the utterly bizarre shapes that constituted the broken bodies.  The metal bucked with a creaking pop, alerting the scoundrel to my location. I quickly crouched down and crawled through the oncoming pain, blood, and tears, stinging my eyes as I narrowly avoided another swing of that terrifying cleaver.

I was out. I WAS OUT!  I panted in relief as I walked down a sparsely populated sidewalk. It felt like a triumph; my first triumph; and then the adrenaline was starting to wear off.

Everything was hurting. I felt my ankles throb in pain thinking I must have twisted both in my escape. I needed to find a safe place first. I trudged onward with no real plan or direction, looking around no one seemed to pay attention or care that I had just crawled out of a dump. I guess people around here aren’t really into helping, sympathy must not be a thing here. Plenty of cars zoomed past me keeping me on edge. I scooted closer to the buildings afraid to get run over; suddenly I felt a deep surging rumble run through me. Its familiar thrum reverberating all over the narrow two-way street, followed by an eardrum-bursting HONK! 

I felt myself take off rushing forward with great force ending with a deeply blinding pain….. And everything went black…. 

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #from nobody to nightmare #constructive criticism welcome #female oc #ace #platonic #rough start #Chapter 2 #my ocs #it's gonna be a long afterlife #existence is a nightmare #demons #devil #Nightmare

[sainte-melasse]

🦇 Happy Halloween🦇

I didn’t really had any ideas to celebrate but Léopoldine looks cute as a plague nurse ^-^

Her advice of the season is : if you don’t have a pumpkin to decorate your home, any red hair will do just fine. Please don’t follow her dubious advice, she doesn’t even have any medical degree to properly back up her idea.

#bjd #doll #plague doctor #plague nurse #poor Morgan #he arrived here today after many fedex shenanigans #got half of a face up until it was too dark to properly work on him #and then was immediately forced to participate in an unexpected Halloween shoot as #the pumpkin #in a borrowed wig too small for him #and no eyes #rough start

[lesbianjudasiscariot]

#rough start #diary #♡

[chaoticdesertdweller]

#rest peacefully #jeez 2023 #rough start #lisa marie presley

[entriesof-mr-sweetface]

Jeezus

I got barely 3 hours of solid sleep, didn’t leave in time for traffic and as soon as I punch in we get a damn helicopter coming in

#And I had no food made so I spent a shit ton on lunch and dinner for today #rough start #but hopefully the rest of the day is smooth #entry

[bakedbeanchan]

Drawing from a mini comic where the timeline is reset but Zuko still has all his memories

Minicomic here

#baked bean originals #I just like drawing sokkas mortified face and then checked out #absolutely humiliated by some fire nation ponytail freak and then your little sister and that stupid bald kid want to befriend him after he #starts lying about how you all were friends in a parallel universe or whatever #that's rough buddy #just realized it looks like zuko's doing some pathetic little thumbs up here #avatar the last airbender #atla #sokka #zuko #katara #aang #zuko time travel au

[emberglowfox]

i dont think the sages are distinctly aware of everything their avatars are doing, but i imagine some things probably bleed through

#totk #loz #link #tulin #teba #saki #totk spoilers #(minor) #my art #my comics #this... started off rough and bad and got better as i went on. which is the opposite of what usually happens ? #anyways! the sign in links panel is “nice/clean” #it's supposed to be kind of flatter / more level but i couldnt draw it at that angle :pensive: hopefully it reads #n e ways i loooove tulin so have some silly fluff #(literally. lol) #sparks art

[revjss]

Evening Prayer - 30 Nov 2023

Despite a rough start to the day, God, it ended up going well. I took care of all the things that needed to get done and I got to sing a bit and I talked with a friend. For all of that—even for the rough start of the day, for even that invited me into reflection—thank you. Amen.

#evening prayer #thanksgiving #rough start

[anavatazes]

Ok, Monday. Normally, we get along. WTF? I can feel the breakthrough migraine twinging in the background. I mean, come on! The stupid storm is two days away, in the GULF! And I have things to do today! So 🖕. Gonna put the youngest and the dog in the car, so the kid can go to school, and the dog won't throw a temper tantrum... Malamute tantrums are on par with Husky tantrums. If you've ever experienced either one or both, I feel for you. I really do.

Malamute in question as a baby - 5 weeks old. She's two now. And big. And not in charge. Nope. Daddy likes to think she thinks she is, but she is always looking to Mommy for guidance, and sometimes I encourage her brand of chaos 🙃.

Here she is all growded up. My Mara Jade. If you have read the original Heir to the Empire trilogy from Star Wars, then you know where that name comes from. She's my favorite Star Wars character, ever, of all time, and I am stopping right there. Hope everyone has a better start to their Monday than what mine has been. Once I yell a few Fuckballs and Motherfuckers, I promise, mine will start to shape up 😏. Usually does. This is just the Monday that is packed full of shit. And people keep packing shit onto it....

#Mondays #rough start #alaskan malamute

[artmctalon]

First time trying out the fill brush in Krita. Linework was shaky and uncertain, but man is that brush good for quickly blocking out large swathes of color. Finished doodling so quick that I didn't even bother speeding up the footage!

#digital art #krita illustration #doodle #youtube #drawn with krita #fill brush #krita fill brush #trying it out #rough start #but #practice makes progress #Youtube

[catboy-dysphoria]

Posting this as its own post bc I'm so proud of myself for making this

#trans #patch jacket #punk #feels wrong to call machine embroidery punk but. the patches ppl buy of big bands are machine embroidery #word art #I'm gonna start on a new battle jacket but it does need to be roughed up #but that comes naturally w time. this is already thrifted #desc in alt text

[from-nobody-to-nightmare]

From Nobody to Nightmare Chapter 1

“Never in her life – she could swear it from the bottom of her soul – had she ever intended to do wrong; yet these hard judgments had come. Whatever her sins, they were not sins of intention, but of inadvertence, and why should she have been punished so persistently?”

― Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D’Urbervilles

The noises from the hospital room grew fainter and foggier with each passing moment, as the anesthesiologist counted backward out of their habit since I was in no condition to move my lips anymore. Utter darkness overcame me as I drifted off into what felt like a dreamless sleep under the bright lights of what I guess was an operating room. 

I woke up to an unusually blue sky above my head. Sitting up gave me vertigo as the rest of me tried to shake off the anesthesia. I wobbled to my feet with bleary eyes bracing myself against an unexpected structure. As the world came back into focus, I focused on my hands. Or at least I think they were my hands. I don’t remember having my skin be so gray or having nails quite so pointy. I stepped back a bit after I noticed that the thing I was leaning on was a rather tall podium. I was engrossed in mild awe at the pristine sight of it. It felt way taller than it needed to be and was capped in gold so polished it shone like a lighthouse beacon on a clear night. “Geeze that is bright…” I mumbled to myself.

My deep sigh was interrupted by a melodic and cheery voice, “Why hello there!” I could feel some of my hair stand on end as I craned my neck up at the source. It was a blond, clean-cut man with the clearest blue eyes I had ever seen, grinning from ear to ear looking down at me, his hands cradling open a massive white book embossed with gold. Squinting, I asked in a cautious tone a question,  as if I didn’t already know the answer to, “Where am I?”

His gentle smile shrank a bit as he looked at me quizzically, but rebounded quickly back into place, “Welcome to Heaven; Can I get your name please?” Befuddled and with my finger to my chin I answered, “Nadia Del Abaroa?”, followed by, “Wait a minute; how did I die?”

As he went through the book whispering off names that started with Na; he interjected, “Judging by what you’re wearing Miss, my best guess is on the operating table.”  I stood silently stunned my eyes burning a hole into the guiled pavement with a thousand-yard stare that could make a snake flinch. He quietly continued to rattle off names to himself flipping through the pages in earnest until the Nad turned to Nae. “I’m sorry. I’m not seeing your name on my list.”, he glanced back at me with a practiced look of apology.

I shook my head like an etch-a-sketch to those words. Hoping against hope and utterly perplexed I asked, “ Does that mean I get to be a ghost? Or, do I get to go back to the living world?”

The nervous chuckle that came from him dashed my already fragile hopes and what came next brought me to tears, “Oooh, I’m so sorry that’s not how it works….” 

My eyes tearing up, “Then where will I go?”

He shook his head in apologetic disappointment, “ I’m afraid you’ll have to go downstairs with the others that didn’t quite make it. Yeah…. so sorry about the mix-up.” A gust of wind began to brew as my hospital gown began to flutter.

I pleaded for answers, “May I at least know the charges?” The wind picked up more and more force as the gatekeeper replied, “ I’m sorry it’s not my department…. I wish I could help you more.”

Those words brought me no comfort as the breeze became a gale pushing me backward. I turned my head glancing behind me as a massive hole in reality shimmered an ombre of reddish hues sucking me into its vortex, like water down a drain. A final gasp in terror rushed out of me as I was swept off my feet tumbling into the waiting abyss. 

“Tisk, tisk, tisk; what a pity. With a look like that, she would have fitted right in.” sighed the gatekeeper as he readied his post to welcome the next visitor.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x OC #my ocs #platonic #rough start #female OC #ace #hazbin hotel x reader #constructive criticism welcome #It's gonna be a long afterlife #From Nobody to Nightmare #helluva boss #Existence is a Nightmare