I Know This Is About Media But I Imagined Like. A Fucking Skeleton Buddhist Monk. How Hard Would That

haha whoops its past 10 pm so im turning all sappy again

man it really would be nice to do one big long trauma dump ✨lore post✨ because i think its important that i am able to talk about my story and it definitely does have a lot to do with my art journey. however i also dont feel like doing a vent-post style post of any kind is a good idea. all i know is that i want to tell it somewhere. now that its finally over.

if i try to write it into a short story i just know im gonna both dance around it with depersonalized metaphorical garbage and change the truth to fit whatever "chapter format" i will inevitably latch onto.

i know i like to bond with people and see how they became who they are, but honestly tumblr isn't the place for that kind of sharing from me, at least not right now. we'll see in a few years, maybe.

you know tumblr is cooking up a witherstorm of terror when your for you thing is only 3 posts long

updating last year's refs with changes (few) and things I missed (many)

oh my goodness gracious my blocked users list just doubled wow

tumblr needs a “not for you” page where it just has things that you disagree with and make you angry

patron request for struggling single mom loki 🐎🐍🐺💀

it is 97 degrees. i am fully clothed, and then have a bathrobe on over that, and then a whole blanket on over that.

Asaranakkas

I wrote nearly 4300 words today. In just one day I've gone from "yeah I still have a bit left before I can start doing the drawings for the book" to "oh hell yeah i can just do a little 3-page epilogue and then art it up" in one day. I'm crazy. the end of this project is in sight. i am so happy about this informa