It's okay to destroy your WIPs. :)
Sometimes it's even cathartic. You've got finite mental energy - spend it where it makes you happy.
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I hate when my brain goes all dog while I'm at work bc it's like, "who let a dog operate a forklift?"
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Do you have any tips for running an rp blog?
uhhhh just know how your character thinks and feels and write it idk HGFDHSFGS
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I think the 'evil art style' trend looks interesting, it's this thing I've been seeing people do on tiktok where they take trademarks of their art style (ie, thick lines or big eyes) and do the opposite, so small eyes and thin lines. I wonder what trademarks I'd subvert 🤔
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do you have any tips on stylisation of characters? do you have some sort of process for your very neatly shaped guys?
i will probably answer this horribly
i really just draw as i see, i’ve never forced myself to stylise my work and just work with what naturally flows :) i do a Lot of life drawing classes at uni and in my spare time which helps with fluidity and drawing traditionally usually keeps me Fresh
oh and find a style niche :) like i used to do the lines under the eyes and now i use a lot of the same colours and put stars everywhere lol
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running a 10k 💋 wish me luck everyone!!
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“ when i am near you, i finally know how it feels to breathe without worry, without caution. i just feel safe with you… “ ( hana & joon <3)
: ̗̀➛ SINCERELY YOURS . . . ✧.*
this - this was the moment that he’d waited for. the moment hana could love freely and feel at piece with her decision to be his. in the past, he’d debated whether or not she could really sleep at night, knowing that she’d brought someone else - someone outside of her world - into her life like this. weighing the pros and cons. worried that something may fall apart at a moment’s notice. but it was in those moments that joon wanted to work his hardest for her. to do whatever he could in his power to help her forget about the pain of her past, her present, and what could come of the future. so to hear her acknowledge it had his heart bursting at the seams, the muscle beating so erratically in his chest that it almost felt difficult to breathe. a humble smile graced his countenance and he gave a tiny huff, akin to an embarrassed and bashful laugh as he reached up to caress her cheek. ❝ then continue to breathe easy. so long as i’m here, nothing will hurt you. i’ve vowed to be yours and to love you with every fiber of my being. it’s about time that you’re able to smile free of guilt. to love free of worry. you’re my home, hana, and i love you so much. we’ll continue to protect this home we built together. ❞
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You guys rlly don't realise how much knowledge is still not committed to the internet. I find books all the time with stuff that is impossible to find through a search engine- most people do not put their magnum opus research online for free and the more niche a skill is the less likely you are to have people who will leak those books online. (Nevermind all the books written prior to the internet that have knowledge that is not considered "relevant" enough to digitise).
Whenever people say that we r growing up with all the world's knowledge at our fingertips...it's not necessarily true. Is the amount of knowledge online potentially infinite? Yes. Is it all knowledge? No. You will be surprised at the niche things you can discover at a local archive or library.
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the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
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I can't remember how much of this is implied canon or my own interpretation, but I fully believed that Chiron recognized Percy was a son of Poseidon from the fountain incident with Nancy Bobofit, knew that a child of the Big Three being claimed would be a total shit show, and simply chose not to say a word about it
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