missing the wizards hours (always)
booty shorts essek for @foxqueen-katarian
Writers, it's okay:
- to be proud of your own writing
- to write something self-indulgent
- to celebrate your achievements
- to have a bad day of writing
- to hype up your own writing
- to be kind to your characters once in a while. ok? it's ok
Addendum: it is also okay...
- to write and publish something that isn't perfect
- to make mistakes
- to receive criticism and incorporate it for the future
- to ignore criticism
- to get excited about your own work
- to grow out of things as a writer
- to save some stories for yourself
- to write the thing
- to not write the thing
- to be gentle with yourself
- to be honest with yourself - about the bad but also about the good (there's probably more right than wrong with your story)
- to like your own work
Add it on in the reblog, kids!
“Just take it. It’s called a Lantern Lily.”
I have had a frustrating week IRL and needed to draw something cute. SO, TIME FOR ASHRYM CONTENT. I also enjoy designing fantasy flowers! The Lantern Lily is not actually a lily, despite it’s name. Technically a type of bellflower. It gives off a faint glow during summer nights to attract pollinators.
Image description below the cut!
Medium: Copic markers, Sakura Micron pens, white gel pen, and metallic and color shift watercolors by Iuile.
[ID: A digital illustration of Orym, Pâté, and Mister from Critical Role. Orym is crouched down to be closer to Mister's level, with Pâté sat on his shoulder. Orym is talking to Mister, saying "Mister. You've gotta stop throwing flaming shit at Pâté, it's mean." Mister looks grumpy and some smoke is coming from his mouth. End description.]
Orym babysitting Mister and Pâté, thank you @biilpotts for the suggestion!!
romanticizing your life is such a powerful tool and it’s a shame that it’s mostly used by people on tiktok to justify the purchase of expensive breakfast smoothies when there are few better ways to force oneself through unpleasant shit than imagining a cinematic backstory for your extremely quotidian suffering
finding the strength to walk home from the library at 3am in the freezing rain by imagining yourself as a Napoleonic soldier hightailing it from Moscow in 1813
