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#a doodle a day keeps me sane....
nbrnty · 3 months
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What happens when u start binging shoujo... anyways another doodle + Kylar hair change cuz I don't wanna draw the other eye LMAO
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soshadysoquiet · 9 months
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Doodled this during work and then it had to come to life. Little comic-style page of Five and Klaus 'bonding'
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formerlyz · 1 year
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I’m so sick right now and drawing them makes me feel better (pose base under cut)
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lunamothghost · 2 years
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Owl house... in the middle of our street
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fire-lord-katara · 2 years
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A silly little doodle for my fellow huntlow fans
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elecman108 · 1 year
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I got my motivation to draw back!! So I drew something cute!! ...Err, I mean Blaze hallucinating dead people and demon alter-egos whom he kind of turned into a patron of sorts despite his patron being said dead circus stuck in his head?
Complicated shit, my guy. He’s cute so therefore it’s cute logic in full force rn.
Nice! You clicked on the cut! Here’s the alternate version without it being haunted.
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Still effectively is the same thing, just no face lol.
I think any Genasi with element-based hair (eg. Blaze’s fire hair, Tempest’s fog hair) would be affected by their environment/mood. Like Blaze here I picture as having just come out of the shower/bath, so his fire hair is down to embers. Tempest, however...
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...It’s a barbarian rage thing, I think. His parents are an Air Genasi and Fire Genasi, and his older sister was a Fire Genasi, so when she died and became his ‘patron’ of sorts, he can get Pissed and look like a Fire Genasi to some degree. Or at least that’s the logic.
What’s with me and fucked up characters? Blaze is haunted by ghosts, Tempest’s got PTSD, Axel’s traumatized with so many mental health conditions... lmao? I guess? I like depth and this is how I made depth with three of my favourites.
#the disappointment speaks#drawings by me#OCs#D&D#screams in no motivation station yo.#fun fact! Its story time in the tags btw so buckle up fucker!!#I lost motivation bc I'd draw for myself for the most part but share with my good friends right?#so I would draw something and share it with them#periodically I'd get a ''wow cool'' or a reaction on a thing I posted. but for like five-plus months I posted and got NOTHING#so midway through February I gave up on drawing all together#yeah my work has me currently on 9 days this week soon to be 10 or 12 but yknow I have ways to keep myself sane (I hope)#but I just completely lost motivation!!#my new coworker thought it was cool I did digital art which was nice but other than that I got dick-ass-all#so the other day out of nowhere one friend wanted a ref for a ttrpg character I finished in early Jan#I reluctantly dug up my inspo files and sketched up some basic shit for her to send back#and while sending it back I remarked I hadnt drawn anything in over a month and sent a quick half-doodle from feb 14th#it was tempest using blaze as a bludgeoning weapon. it wasnt good. it wasnt anything to write home about. it was my last attempt at drawing#but one other friend commented after I shared that that they burst out laughing and really liked it???#and the two of my friends were commenting that I was v good at drawing and they liked the funny????#and idk feeling validated for what you do as a hobby or job really helps to boost morale. as a healthcare worker I knew that#so I got my motivation (mojo? austin powers lol) back and made this yesterday to de-stress after having a slight breakdown at work#so <3 to my friends who like my art! you really keep me going at times and validate what is a fruitless endeavour and hobby#I do it 99% of the time just for myself so its nice to know other people enjoy my doodles now and again <3#I post them on tumblr and twitter for my friends beyond my discord groups tho#and for you fuckers who wanna see my dumb drawings I guess? anyhow--#the tags have gone on long enough I cut them off here lol.#enjoy me ranting in the tags about motivation and shit. I will never do commissions either so fuck y'all <3#genuinely dont want to monetize my love for doodling dumb shit. that's all. no one's asked but I wont offer it ever.
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wolfisblank · 1 year
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It has been 5 days since my stylus broke. Huion is just now getting ready to send out a replacement. I have so much rage in my body I wanna draw so many things and I just haven't been able to
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witchsickness · 2 years
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the day neil leaves, max wakes up to a note on her nightstand.
it’s the end of august. her brother’s been dead for almost two months.
good riddance, the note says. makes her laugh, and that. it hasn’t happened in a while. max thinks, right on, and draws the covers over her head again. no one’s there to yell her out of bed, anyway.
a week later, she’s sitting on another bed, in another room. smaller and affordable and miserable, which is what you get for being a single mom’s offspring in indiana. her brother’s life is taking over her entire floor, tapes and books and jackets spilling out of the one box it all fits in. even in death, billy refuses to be contained.
you’re dead, max thinks, feeling like she’s being pushed out of her own life. you don’t get to do this anymore.
on the first day of school, she shows up in his jacket. it’s too hot for leather yet. by the end of the day she’s cranky, and sweat-flushed, and her nostrils are cologne-coated. instead of skating back to the trailer, she turns left.
one of them is stone, so this is bound to be pretty one-sided, but. they need to talk.
‘i miss you,’ she tells him. ‘i hate you.’
she doesn’t wait for an answer. she knows better by now.
when she finally makes it back to her room, there’s another note waiting for her, squashed under a tape. side-b, the note instructs, track 3. the colors on the cover are too bright, dissonantly happy against the earthy brown of the room. a kind of magic, the title mocks her. max closes her eyes against it, because she’s long stopped believing in good things.
she presses play. don’t lose your head, freddie sings, and max plays the song again, and again, and thinks, too late.
‘where’d you get this?’ lucas asks her the next day, turning the tape this way and that.
max fights the urge to snatch it away and hide it from everyone she’s ever loved. ‘billy gave it to me,’ she says, before her brain can catch up to her mouth. so much for keeping sane. it’s almost worth it for the horror in dustin’s eyes, and the squeak her stupid, wonderful boyfriend lets out when he throws the tape back at her, panicked.
boys. can’t even handle a teeny haunting.
what max focuses on, though, is the way steve’s eyes go comically big, and then look away. one thing max knows about steve harrington is he’s a shitty liar.
she spends the day wrapped in her brother’s jacket and claims her grief-earned place on the passenger seat of steve’s car the second the bell rings. sorrow is neat, once you get the hang of it. max has been calling shotgun for the last two months, and no one’s said a word.
the moment lucas is out of the car, she turns to steve. ‘what did yours say?’
steve chokes on his own breath, because he’s the dumbest boy in the whole world, and her brother’s taste is terrible. ‘no idea what—’
max pinches his arm, hard. ‘how did lying to my brother work out for you?’
he lets out a sigh, while rolling his eyes, while driving. sure, max is the hazard here. ‘ugh,’ he says, ‘fine,’ and makes a right towards his place.
ten minutes later, max is standing in steve’s kitchen, staring at his notes. steve’s three notes. ‘i’m his sister and i got two.’
‘it’s not a competition.’
max glares him to silence. ‘that the first?’ she asks, pointing to a napkin with the word SLUT covering what max guesses is a girl’s phone number, signed with a kiss.
steve stares at it, visibly annoyed. ‘nope. that one, then the napkin. totally uncalled for, by the way. third one appeared last night.’
thanks for keeping an eye on her, reads the first, scrawled on a post-it next to the phone. according to steve, it appeared before july was over. not even a month of being dead and billy was already bored.
it’s so painfully him. max laughs despite herself, and realizes it happens often lately.
the third note is just a doodle of a skull like the one max spent last spring making fun of her dumb brother for, except this one’s got a mullet, and an earring dangling from the hole where his left ear should be, and the words guess who scribbled on one corner.
max slaps steve’s arm to keep from crying. ‘why didn’t you say anything?’
‘say what? hey, this is crazy, but i think your dead brother is harassing me from the grave? do you know how stupid that sounds?’
‘uh, no worse than usual?’
steve gasps dramatically. ‘how sure are we you’re not just possessed by his spirit? you never used to be so mean.’
max fixes him with a look.
‘fine,’ steve sighs, throwing his stupid hands in the air, ‘you’ve always been mean.’ he nods at the notes on the counter. ‘what’re we gonna do about that?’
‘we obviously need to find him.’
‘oh, yeah? you got a map of the underworld i don’t know about?’
rolling her eyes, ‘he’s alive,’ she points out, and then, ‘wait—’
that piece of paper wasn’t there a second ago, was it? she turns it over to find lines with street names, and a big X in the middle.
‘lemme see that,’ steve says, snatching the paper from her. he bursts out laughing, and max shoves him out of the way to read the writing at the bottom of the page.
you’re both useless, it says, don’t show up without beer.
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ranfordgallus · 9 months
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More attack on kratt doodles because its the 2nd thing keeping me sane (first thing is the kratt brothers themselves obviously)
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I finally drew Zach Ackerman, took half a day from my life because how much i despise his ass
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plantteaful · 4 months
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PLEASE SEND ME DURGETASH DOODLE REQUESTS TO DO
WHILE IM STUCK IN THE AIRPORT ALL DAY TO KEEP ME SANE THANK U 🙏
send via ask box !!! or comment idk !!!
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gooblenoodle · 24 days
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guys i’m back i pwomise ill be sane i missed u guys pls come back to me i swear ill be sane hehe
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but fr, that lil break is sumthin i needed :33
ih ave a few doodles i’ll post over the next couple days and whatnot
(small update on my mental health teehee)
i’ve been unmedicated for the past few months (it’s been hell.) BUT I HAVE FINALLY HAVE AN APPOINTMENT TO GET MEDS AGAIN WOOOHOOOO
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ty for ur guys support and whatnot u guys r keeping me sane teehee
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sakebytheriver · 2 years
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Something I've learned from keeping a journal is that it's less about rules and the performance of writing a diary entry you hope will be read in the future and more about just putting pen on paper
Some pages of my journal are completely covered in scribbles and doodles of sloppy hearts and smiley faces
Some pages I wrote half asleep and the letters are drooping and messy and almost illegible
Some pages are one word long
Some pages are full of artwork I spent hours working on that look like shit compared to the drawing on the next page I did in ten minutes
Some pages are just To Do lists and chores I'm complaining that I have to get done
Some pages have an entire movie scriot planned out and others just have one singular line of dialogue I wanna write into something
Some pages are covered from top to bottom in writing as I rant about my shitty day or a shitty interaction or just my general musings about my life
More than half my pages just say I'm tired and want to leave work now or that I need to take a shower when I get home
It's not about making something clear and concise, but getting the demons out of your head and putting them into ink
Some of your journal entries are going to be masterpieces that could be displayed at the Smithsonian but most of them should just be words and doodles strung together to create one horribly confusing stream of consciousness. If you're able to break the habit of writing a journal with the idea that you are performing for some unforseen audience then I recommend you do, keeping a journal has been one of the only things that kept me sane in college and through the pandemic
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organised-kitty · 9 months
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Tag 20-28 | 18/100 hours | 28/08/23
So basically this week I barely studied German, I only did like 2 hours in the entire week and I felt like a total failure to be honest. After careful analysis I realised I needed to re organize my goals, my plan, my study techniques and my mindset so I can make this work out the best possible. At this moment I’m in a stage where I feel like nothing works to help me get back on track but I need to see this as a period of experimentation to help me push forward. So this is my take on how to deal with failure and slumps in progress. (Inspired by selfcare-journey)
⭐️ Identify what’s not working
Personally, what’s keeping me from doing my tasks is the fact that I’m always feeling tired and I have frequent migraines; I have been sleeping less than 6 hours a day because of university and yet I haven’t done as much progress because I’m so tired, I can’t focus and therefore I worked very slowly which left me feeling lazier, very frustrated and unmotivated.
⭐️ Prioritizing health and self care
I think we have all been consumed at some point by the idea of toxic productivity where the one who works the most and sleeps the least is the best one, but ultimately enjoying learning and having quality study time will only be possible if we’re physically and mentally sane.
I feel hesitant to redefine my work hours because I feel guilty when I think of studying less, I’m scared of not meeting deadlines, but I already know that this toxic cycle isn’t working for me so I have to accept that it’s okay if I can’t study 8 hours straight, if I need more breaks than other people and it’s okay if I work slow, if I don’t grasp things quickly, it’s okay to fall behind..because I’m in the process of rewiring how I study and taking my time is better than not doing anything and giving up.
⭐️ Managing energy levels
Along with my horrid sleeping schedule this energy slump is also the result of me not eating throughout the day and then having a huge unhealthy meals later in the day, and it’s really affecting my energy levels. So I need to start keeping hydrated, doing light exercise, eating healthier and more regular meals along with having better sleep hygiene because honestly I feel half dead. I also need to go to a medical check up to figure out what’s the cause of my migraines.
⭐️ Dealing with procrastination
I think lately I really struggle with a sense of discomfort when I study because lately I associate studying with failure and frustration. So I think breaking my task into smaller bits might make it less overwhelming. When I was in therapy I learnt a lot about how to deal with intrusive thoughts and emotions so I will put some of those techniques into practice. I also want to work on self compassion and embracing the idea that even a little progress is a step closer to my goal, I think celebrating those small wins can create a positive cycle of motivation.
⭐️ Improving focus
For this aspect I will go back to the ultra short Pomodoro method. (10-15 min with 2 min break) Force myself to work for a small period of time and give myself a tiny break. It’s a pretty basic technique but the idea of this is to experiment and see how well it works for me, identify for how long I can work until things start to become difficult. I think the best breaks are those that keep you away from your phone, because 5 minutes of social media is a recipe for disaster. So I will try to do things like grab some water, stretch a bit, breathing exercises, clean my bag, walk around the room a bit, doodling, have a snack, so that I keep active but refreshed. I think being in a productive environment like a library or a cafeteria could also help to keep focused.
⭐️ Enjoying learning
Now that I’m coming across more difficult content I tend to get unmotivated, so I think the best strategy is try seeing it like a game, where I don’t focus on the learning outcome but rather focus on the process of understanding, problem solving and overcoming new challenges, perhaps that will make the journey more rewarding.
Reminding one self of why I started and connecting the connecting the content to my interests and real world applications could be really useful in boosting my curiosity and motivation as well.
⭐️ Active learning
My study sessions have turned into something very passive, just doing exercises and checking flashcards has become very boring. I think I need to re-incorporate more active learning techniques like writing in a journal in my target language and talking to native friends more.
Additionally I think I need to readjust my schedule and re organize myself so I can include these changes, track them and check for feedback, but this post is already long enough so I will make a separate one.
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gay-little-axolotl · 2 months
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The first thing I saw when I hopped onto Hatchetfield tumblr for the very first time was your art and I was like “:O! that’s such a cute style!!” and then I found out you weren’t just in the Hatchetfield fandom but the wider Starkid/tcb fandom and I was like “:O :O :O!!!! I wonder if he has art for Starship because that’s my comfort musical and I’ve been having a few bad days recently” and you do!!! Seriously that doodle of Junior you posted on January 28th has been one of the three things keeping me sane (all three of them relate to Junior btw). I just wanted to thank you for being my gateway to this wonderful fandom community and to compliment your art a bit :)))
anon I’m at a loss for words, like, thank you?? so fucking much???
like, seriously. thank you. I’m so glad you like my starship fanart :D
(btw. since you like junior):
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why-what-no · 2 years
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Midnight Confessions
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Pairing: Billy Hargrove x GN!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of child abuse
Summary: Billy has been interested in one of his classmates for a while, even if he hadn’t really spoken to them. But when he arrives at the diner they work at, he wonders if maybe he has a chance for something to happen.
Requested by: @mothshabby (hope you’re doing better after last night <3. Like I said, my DMs are always open in case you wanna chat about it or anything else)
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There was a lot of problems in Billy Hargrove’s life. Hawkins, his family, his anger issues… there was more than he could comfortably admit.
In fact, one of the good things in his life was someone who he had barely ever spoken to. Which he knew was unfortunate, but he couldn’t help it.
(Y/N) was only in one of his classes, but always made that class his favourite of the day. The first time he had noticed them was when Tommy H had given a really stupid opinion about the subject they were discussing. He didn’t even remember what they had been talking about, only the comically disbelieving look on (Y/N)‘s face.
Billy didn’t say anything against what Tommy had said, not really caring about the class. But (Y/N) didn’t hesitate.
They were smarter that Billy had expected as they shut down Tommy, making Billy chuckle a little. It wasn’t like he really liked Tommy, they just hang out for the sake of popularity. So, he didn’t have any resentment against (Y/N) for offending a friend.
If anything, he had been impressed.
Every day since then in class his attention had been partially on them. When they’d roll their eyes at someone irritating, when they’d response to a teacher’s question in class. When they wouldn’t be paying attention, just doodling on a scrap of paper. Billy didn’t know why he was so intrigued by this classmate. He just was.
There were times when he considered going and talking to them. To ask them out or something. But the worry in the back of his head was that they would rebuff him like they did to Tommy in class. He wasn’t sure if he or his ego could handle that.
In fact, it took longer than he would be proud to admit for him to finally talk to them.
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Billy sat in a booth at a diner in town, stewing in his rage. An argument with his dad had led to him storming out and driving with no direction in mind. He ended up at the diner, a nearly empty little place. It was almost midnight, with only a few tired people eating or working.
It was just one of those places that felt completely different at night. Like there was no responsibilities, or regrets.
“What can I get for you?” The server spoke up as he was just staring at his own bruised arms.
He looked up at them, ready to order. His voice disappearing when he realized who it was.
(Y/N) was standing beside him with a notepad in hand, wearing one of those servers aprons. Clearly tired, but trying to keep a hospitable smile on their face.
He was silent for a moment, taking the sight of them in, before realizing it was his turn to speak. “Oh, umm, coffee. Black.”
They nodded warmly, thankfully not commenting on his slightly delayed response as they left to get the drink. He stared after them, not believing his luck. Especially when they returned.
“You’re up late.” They commented randomly, pouring the hot drink. “Was there a party or something?”
He shook his head. “No, I just… didn’t want to be home right now.”
“Fair.” The noise they made was halfway between a chuckle and a scoff. To his shock and happiness, they sat down across from him. “What happened?” He tensed up at the memory, not wanting to think about it.
“Doesn’t matter. And anyway, aren’t you working?”
He regretted sounding so defensive as they replied. “I get off work in a few minutes. Why? You want me to leave?” (Y/N) started to get up, not wanting to bother him.
Which was the opposite of what Billy wanted.
“No. No. Stay.” He tried not to sound like he was desperate. He tried not to be, but (Y/N) had been the one thing keeping him sane over the last few week. They looked at him, almost hesitantly, sitting back down.
Billy wasn’t surprised that, when the two of them started talking, he really liked the conversations. Actually, what he had mainly been surprised by was that (Y/N) seemed to enjoy talking with him as well.
In fact, the two of them spoke right up until the diner shut down for the night. Avoiding the subject of his family, but discussing movies and music. Or sometimes switching to people they knew or the things they planned to do when they graduated.
Basically, about all the things he wished he had someone to talk about with. He knew he had been lonely since arriving from Cali. Knew that Tommy H was a poor substitute from friends back home. But (Y/N), on the other hand.
“You need a ride home?” He asked as he walked them out of the diner, hoping to get to drive them home. Hoping for a few more minutes of conversation.
But they just shook their head, gesturing at their own car. He was disappointed, to say the least, but he swallowed that disappointment. Walking them to their car, finding joy in making them laugh as they got inside.
He knew he only had one chance as they got ready to leave him for the night.
Billy took a deep breath. “Hey, you wanna go out sometime?” He braced himself for rejection, but (Y/N) just looked surprised. And (at least he hoped) pleased.
“For a date?” Their voice was disbelieving, but there was some excitement in the tone. Had they been interested in him as well?
“Yeah.” He responded, with his most charming grin. “Of course. I mean, I think you’re cool. And I like hanging out with you.”
They ducked their head, flustered. Billy couldn’t believe that this was going well. Like a dream come true.
“Sure.” They smiled, relief filling his body. “See you at school tomorrow?”
“Looking forward to it.”
Billy honestly believed that was the most truthful thing he had ever said. Speaking to them made his whole time in Hawkins worth it.
He spent the rest of the night thinking about their future date. Wanting everything to be perfect. Crossing his fingers that they’d want to go on a second one.
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shadesmcgee · 2 years
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A bunch of misc rise doodles I've done over the last few days! All of these are by memory at work lol. Doodling helps keep me sane.
The last Donnie is from @novadly's fic Brother Dearest! I'm only on chpt 11 atm, but omg it's so good!!
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