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#take away my art program
kiwuikiwi · 6 months
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i’m feral
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aurosoulart · 1 year
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the GREAT PATREON SMUSH
I was going to make an advertisement for this with bright colors and maybe animated sparkles but 1) I hate making ads and 2) we are all so exhausted by bright ads vying for our brain chemicals that I just don’t want to do that to you anymore!!!! I’m TIRED of things grabbing for my attention in an unending assault on my senses and I’m sure you are too!!!!!!!
if you’ve been doom-scrolling and need a break (a nice beverage, a stretch of the legs, etc.), take this as a sign to do so now. if you’ve got the energy for a little reading, though, and want to learn about my work - keep going!
ANYWAYS I’ll get to the point: ALL of my patreon benefits are now available to the lowest ($3) tier.
in fact, there ARE no other tiers anymore. they’re gone! scrunched! smunshed! stirred up all together into one big super tier soup of everything I offer now and will offer in the future!
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everyone now gets:
over 100 4k desktop wallpapers
early access/wips
25% discounts on prints
livestream voice chat
art votes & art suggestions
commission slots
and access to the Art Grotto discord, a friendly and chill server with a small community of creative folks. we share art, writing, pets, memes, and also come up with fun art ideas together! 🌈
why am I smushing the tiers and giving up the higher pledge amounts?!
because capitalism sucks, we’re in a recession, and I’m lucky enough to have a full-time job that allows me to make art without being reliant on Patreon income. anyone who has sat in on one of my livestreams knows that I try to be a calming force in an often-chaotic world, and that I’m always looking for ways to make art more accessible to everyone. I want my Patreon to be a place where I can give back to those who are supporting me in this mission!
this tier smush is just the start of how I hope to transform this space! I have a bunch of fun ideas about stuff I want to do in the future, so keep an eye out for more announcements like this 👁
that’s all!!!! thank you if you’ve read this far, and here’s the link to the Patreon if any of this interested you!
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foster-the-moths · 1 year
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STAY TUNED!!!!!!!!!!
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cozycreaturescorner · 7 months
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y'all i'm finally applying to colleges after basically 4 years of procrastination! be very proud of me
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all those people complaining about ao3 getting so much money should hear about this thing called the met gala
#idk just. there are other charities that could use this amount of attention. maybe switch it up every year! it just feels like a big circle#jerk. especially on fucking may day!!! idk like don't get me wrong funding the arts is important but also this money isn't even going to The#Arts™️ it's going to the met while arts programs across the country are getting gutted and artists are starving on the street or forced to#not do art so they can survive. actually you know what? the met gala is a fantastic example of what's wrong about charity culture. making#participation a big spectacle to the point that the recipient is fetishized. also zero engagement with the systemic context that is so#integral to actually addressing what the charity purports to address. like yeah it's 'for a good cause' but what's the actual materialeffect#anyway donating to ao3 is not the same imo it is not nearly such a spectacle and it is a much more grounded project. am i making any sense?#my pain meds haven't kicked in yet and i'm having a hard time breathing. forget thinking lmfao#anyway auth leftists go away this post isn't for you. this is specifically about anarchism#also fuck off with that ao3 disk horse bs! archives are so important and ao3 was specifically created to house the stuff that wasn't allowed#on other platforms. yes that means assholes access the website. those are the symptoms of being in an unmoderated space in a society where#assholes live. that doesn't mean we need to take down ao3#anarchist#met gala#ao3
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sweetsncandies · 3 months
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after more than a month of fighting the urge, i finally caved in and did a troll sona HELP
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bioswear · 4 months
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Thinking back on my trip to Japan in spring 2017, and how we got to visit THE studio ghibli, and we definitely saw Hayao Miyazaki as he was working on The Boy and the Heron
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1980ssunflower · 1 year
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oh god
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donuts4evry1 · 2 years
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Jellyfish Hate
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I’m teaching my friend how to program in Renpy so I decided to make a short game alongside her...
This will be a short spinoff game called jELLYFISH hATE! that will feature short stories with Ite! characters with plotlines as awful as the sprites themselves! Nothing in this game will be canon, so just enjoy the events of the game as they are.
Look forward to the release of this game- I’m hoping for it to go live on itch.io by Sunday, 5 PM EST
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the-blind-geisha · 1 year
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Me: I won't add more WIPs to my art list. I won't. I got other things to finish. Like that Emmett werewolf piece.
Also me: Adds another WIP b/c hehe it'll be a simple copy/ paste for the most part.
Me:
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supercantaloupe · 1 year
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having the sexiest afternoon today (free personal group tour of the kennedy center)
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void-tiger · 1 year
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My friend: ooooh~ I’d love it if you did [fandoms] on a pixel grid that I could crotchet and we could sell as patterns
Me: I’m…not sure where the Fair Use and How to Get Licensing is.
Friend: [looks it up] …yeah it’d prolly be less complicated to just do original patterns and maybe then figure out fandom patterns we can do without getting into trouble, later.
Me: yeah. We can still do them for ourselves, but should prolly stick to original stuff.
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Also me: [fights with tablet. Gets it installed. Art software programs are…a massive learning curve.]
Friend: sooo how’s it going? I was thinking you could make a bunch of traditional crotchet “stamps” people could mix&match.
Me: …sPACE. ✨ [translation: if I’m gonna get myself to push through the art software learning curve + patience required for Neat Pixel Art and File Formatting n shit…I need to do frikkin Tapestry Pictures vs Stamps for a bit to stay engaged and motivated.]
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katamarei · 2 years
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I'm gonna explode "printmaking scholarship program for emerging artists!!" but they require two letters of recommendation AND two "professional references" Bitch I don't HAVE any professional references bc I'm. not yet a professional, yknow like, an emerging artist, which you claim this is for..
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sontzuuu · 2 months
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First day of March 10.00 AM (EET) My Twitch Affiliate Anniversary party is going to be happening and this is your formal invitation!! 😤 Show up enough times and you might understand the inside jokes one day. WELCOME TO THE CHAOS! ✨
will try to make it a longer stream so if you could just drop by and say hi, i would appreciate it so much!! 🥺 Find me from twitch . tv / sontzuuu BONUS - the meme version of the art because i am silly like that, lol
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kentucky-daisey · 10 months
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today was okay
Was feeling overwhelmed at work (long to-do list, busy day tomorrow), so I went for a walk on my lunch break. Walked by a kid’s party and a little boy ran out, yelled “I have a pinwheel” while holding it up for me to see, blew on it so it spun, and then ran away.
It was a really long day, but that kid made the biggest difference.
Also, dude, totally awesome pinwheel!
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aidaronan · 1 year
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The years go by. The retail jobs that Steve thinks are temporary keep piling up, but he has no idea what else to do with his life so he just keeps on keeping on.
Until a large tree falls on the lawn of the little house he managed to buy and he gets the quote on removal and the number literally hurts his soul.
He buys a small chainsaw instead. Over the course of a few weeks, he gets most of the branches cut up. He collects some large rocks from down by the quarry and digs out a fire pit in his backyard. On his days off, his friends come over and they sit out back and have a few beers. The pile of wood dwindles. The giant trunk is another story though. His chainsaw isn't big enough for it. Burning it would take forever, and Steve's terrified he'd disappoint Smoky the Bear. He's at a loss.
Until he sees another giant trunk in someone's yard carved into a bear.
He knows what to do then. Not a bear, but something else. Through trial and error, the trunk becomes the rough shape of a woman, the remnants of the branches like a crown on her head. It's not as amazing as the bear he saw, but it's his. He finds he loves the smell of sawdust and the feeling of creating something.
Just like that, Steve realizes what he wants to do. It takes several months and a lot of yard sales, but he scrounges up the tools he needs to start woodworking. He learns to measure twice and cut once. He makes tables and chairs and carves them with art and designs that get better and better the more he learns. Shockingly, people actually buy his pieces.
Even more shocking comes the realization that he's making enough money to do it full time. He puts in his two weeks notice at Melvald's and hands in his assistant manager badge.
He's not sure he's happy, but he is content. It feels good to work hard and actually have things to show for it. It also feels good to work muscles he hasn't used since high school. He carries on for a few years like that, creating and learning and creating some more. Then Eddie Munson blows back into town. Invited back so Hawkins can have their most famous alumnus sing the national anthem at homecoming. Steve's honestly surprised he shows at all. "Can't believe you didn't tell them kiss your hairy ass," Steve says. Because of course Eddie ends up around his fire pit, sipping on Steve's cheap beer like he doesn't have three Grammy awards on his mantel. The years fall away with each drink, reminding Steve of just how much it had hurt when Eddie left. He'd wanted Eddie so bad back then, more than he'd ever wanted anyone. He can feel the echoes of that deep ache across time.
"Pfft. Don't you know all famous people wax our asses now? All the rage in LA." Eddie cuts a look at him and smirks when Steve rolls his eyes, grateful for the lighthearted moment to snap him out of his maudlin nostalgia. "Really though I thought about it, but then I thought it would be way funnier to donate a metric fuckton of money to Hawkins High with the stipulation that it go to the theater and band programs. Kind of bummed they couldn't honor my other request though."
"Which was?"
"My old Hellfire throne. I miss her, but apparently she's not around anymore. Something about water damage."
"Oh yeah. Water main busted a few years back and flooded the theater. I remember that." "Yeah. Had to settle for the promise they'd make a game lounge and stock it with all the supplies a budding young nerd needs."
"That's really nice, Eds."
Eddie shrugs. "I've been known to be nice on occasion. You'll come to homecoming, right? Moral support?"
Steve hasn't been to homecoming in years because he sees the other people who stayed in town all the time, and he has no interest in seeing the people who didn't. He can only answer the same questions so many times. Oh, I'm doing woodwork now. Yep, I still live right here. Nope, still not married, no kids.
He goes though, and he answers the uncomfortable questions. Because Eddie asked him to. Because no matter how long it's been, Steve can't deny that some part of him still...
He says goodbye after, and Eddie leaves again, and Steve tries not to think about that too much in the following days.
He's halfway into the project before he realizes what he's building. He'd seen Eddie's throne quite a few times back when. What he doesn't have memories of, he makes up. He adds his own touches too, making it a throne fit for a rock star, a nerd, a friend.
He carves ornate patterns, he creates scenes of dragons being beaten back by a man with a guitar, crowds of people that could be knights or concertgoers.
It's his favorite piece he's ever done, and his hands are shaking when he dials Eddie's number. He gets an answering machine and stumbles through a message.
"I made you something. I guess it's kind of silly, but it's here in Hawkins if you want it. Or I'm sure you can afford the shipping if you don't want to come. Just, I made you a chair. It's more of a... Well, you'll see. Unless you don't want to... It's Steve by the way." He hangs up before he can embarrass himself even more.
Eddie doesn't call him back. One day passes and then another. Steve tries not to let it get to him. He works on orders and new projects. He enjoys his little backyard oasis. He rents a few movies and thinks they're okay.
He's debarking some wood in his driveway when the rental car pulls up, Eddie stepping out in ripped jeans and an old Metallica tee. "Hi again, Stevie."
"Oh." Steve clears his throat. "The thing's in the garage. I'll..."
Eddie doesn't say anything for a long time, circling the throne, running his tattooed fingers over each little detail.
"You made this whole thing?"
"I did."
"For me?" Eddie looks at him then, one hand still touching the wood like he doesn't want to let go. Even under the harsh lights of the garage, his eyes are such a warm shade of brown that Steve forgets to breathe.
He nods. "For you."
"Why?"
There are a hundred answers Steve could give, but he spent so long not knowing who he was or who he wanted to be. Too long. "Because you'll always be the one that got away. Because some part of me will always want to make you smile no matter how long it's been."
Eddie falls into the throne like he just got the wind knocked out of him.
"You don't have to respond to that," Steve says. "You can just say thank you and take the chair."
"I can." Eddie blows out a breath. "But that would be incredibly stupid considering half my early ballads are about you."
"What?" Unfair. Steve doesn't have a chair to fall into.
"Oh sure, I changed the hes to shes for a while there because..." Eddie waves his hand. "But they're about you, Steve. God, I should've asked you out. I just thought..."
Hearing those words is a lot like seeing that carved bear all over again, something clicking into place that wasn't quite right before.
"Go out with me now then," Steve says. "Or stay in. I've got a frozen lasagna and I rented Contact."
"Steve Harrington? Asking Eddie 'the Freak' Munson on a date? Did hell freeze over?"
"Pfft." Steve takes a step closer toward what he wants most. "Hell froze over in 1986, Eddie. You were there."
Five months and a lot of long distance phone bills later, Steve opens Harrington Woodworking in Los Angeles. That same day, Eddie takes photos for Rolling Stone posing in an ornate throne in his living room. He tells the reporter exactly who made it and what he means. At concerts, he starts singing those ballads the way he always wanted to. More often than not, Steve stands in the wings singing along.
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