I love that it was the entire crew that married Lucius and Pete. It was a really touching way of emphasizing how much they're all a family, and how they all played an important role in the story of the Revenge

Don't stare into the trees, lest you find something staring back.

Aaaaand i decided to post more of my f1 crafts here so here landoscar edition (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Onse again photo without doodles under cut and some rambling in tags

He's done, after days of procrastination later LMAO

Listen, this little shit's species was hard to track down... SERIOUSLY! Like I had to go on Wikipedia for Chinese macaques and surf through them to see if they sorta matched Macaque (the character) and then find the closest matching species (which wasn't EVEN on Wikipedia, it was on an ecologist blog😭) which is like the Rhesus macaque! (best match I found so fair since they have a tail and are all over China.)

Wukong was easy

Wukong for the first time in his life was manageable

all I had to do is google what type of monkey he is

with Macaque? Mr Sixed Eared Macaque? Liu'er Mihou? nawww, he's a "magical monkey," thank you google, for being soOOoo helpful

Now I was tempted to make him more dopey like Wukong because monkey bros gotta have the same energy (until I remembered that I could do that anyway by fluffing his face like fluffing a pillow) SO i wanted him to have more of a mysterious and cool edge lord look (which ngl, more carries over in his persona and actions, woopy do) I also wanted to fit his two shadow monkeys here but there was no more room :(

Now with both of them done, I CAN DRAW MORE SHADOWPEACH, THE ENTIRE REASON I WAS LIKE "LET'S OVERHAUL THEIR LOOKS BC I DRAW THEM UGLY SMH"

Todd's newest Skyrim Selling Strategy

Tarot card inspired Sun & Moon

y'all moved on but i literally still can't believe this is real life. what the fuck. spread ur wings, mr schnapp... sniffling, crying, weeping bc i am so full of Joy... not 2 be corny but it's always a lovely thing when someone steps into the light n lives their truth... when they feel safe and loved enough by those in their life that they feel they can and genuinely want to share this part of themselves with the world... mr schnapp who has played will byers for such a big part of his life and explored his own self and come to terms with who he is at the same time that will has... will, who means so much to so many and has such a realistic journey that we seldom get to see, especially in such mainstream media, literally the biggest show in the world... just so moved that he went from being scared in the closet to feeling so loved and at peace that he would share this part of himself with the world in such a silly, light-hearted, and entirely noah way, always so true to himself and full of light... i just. 🥺 a lot of feelings are being felt rn. good for him!! GOOD FOR HIM!!!!! 💗🏳️‍🌈🫂

I've been debating for a long time on whether to orphan one of my stories. It was the first fic I ever wrote and it's garbage. No beating around the bush, lmao it's not good. I tried justifying orphaning the story because if not, people will see how horrible my writing used to be. But at the same time it shows just how far I have come and will continue to go when it comes to writing.

I've gone back and forth with myself on it and couldn't decide either way. But today I received a message on Instagram asking if they could podfic that story. They told me it was one of their favorite stories and when I tell you that I had a shocked Pikachu face.

Never in my wildest dreams would I think that that story could be someone's favorite. I disliked it so much that I made myself think that my opinion was the only right one. That surely, other people had to hate it too.

I was being my own enemy for no damn reason. I still don't like the story, and I still cringe when I think about it, but I melt inside every time I reread the podfic request message.

I think that this was a reminder that even if it's not verbalized, someone out there likes your story even if you don't. There's someone bookmarking it as I write this. There is someone grinning at their phone, loving every minute that they are wrapped up in the world that you created.

Someone loves the way you write, and the stories you create, you just might not know it yet.

2023 Art Wrap Up :3

IGNORE HOW IT ALL LOOKS SQUISHED LMAO THESE ARE JUST TO BE PLACEHOLDERS

Links to each picture below the cut vvvv

January - "WHERE'S YO HEAD ATTTTTTT"

February - Not a post :(

March - "Now You've Gotta Kiss Me"

April - "Hysterical, Edward"

May - "That Boyyy"

June - "Strip Mafia Tord oml"

July - "I Am So Normal About Fartlord"

August - "Night Scape AU Cover Poster"

September - "Eddsworld's Sexiest Character 2023"

October - "Reflection of Myself"

December - "Biggity Buck Bumble"

November - "Dog Teeth - Tom Reference - Tired"

As a treat here's Tord's

Chrysalis Chapter 15 is (at long last) Up!

Read on AO3

I’ll be honest, at first I was really weirded out that Damian and Anya had a ship, but now I can see why. 

Their “friendship,” or whatever they have going on, is SO CUTE

Like, it felt weird to think of two children in a romantic sense, but right now it’s just a silly little crush.

And anything more than that on Ao3 is aged up, thank god.

I sincerely hope in the manga that Damian is able to remain Anya’s friend for a long time (even if he’ll never truly admit it) 

Plus, I can’t help but to imagine the day in the future when they possibly date and give Loid an actual fucking heart attack because he somehow didn’t foresee this possibility to come out of the friendship scheme XD 

(mgv) lawrence trying to give adam the confidence to go back to school and be the vet he wanted to be only for adam to tell him he's happy as he is. he's got hobbies, slightly better friends, not to mention a hot alpha doctor boyfriend. and lawrence keeps pushing until adam shuts him up by wrapping his arms around him and standing on tiptoes so he can kiss lawrence's scent gland.

"or you could let me stay home and make a big nest we can fill with pups. i think i like that option better, doc. don't you?"

and lawrence tries to argue his point, really, but. adam is really good at deterring him. he's had a lot of practice

THE PROTOTYPE MOE............... 👁️👁️

If I ever take a while to respond to a continuation request, this is probably why

Maybe it's just me, but part of why I never really felt completely secure in being public about my own artistic endeavors was how... being proud of yourself in any capacity for any reason is almost a faux pas, if that makes sense.

I've noticed how it's almost expected to perform the air of humility, but is that humility? Is it humility to say, "Oh, I'm sorry for clogging your feed with my awful art" or anything to the effect of self-deprecation?

I think that's why I so often gravitate toward those who make "bad art." There's a sense of freedom that is only achieved with the level of hubris that being unashamed in the number of people who hate your art. I wonder, though, how many people don't hate the art as much as they hate that they can't chastise the artist into humility, into recognizing how "terrible" an artist they "actually" are?

for a while now, I've really been doubting my career choices with nursing. I know a lot of it is burn out and depression, and being so overwhelmed between work, school, and clinical, that I didn't have time to breathe. I was in the hospital/on campus for 60 hours a week last semester, and that's not counting the time I had to study outside of that. It was awful. I quit my job because of it, I was almost involuntarily committed because of it.

But the scariest part for me has been how much I've hated clinical. It makes me miserable. And that's terrifying, because once I graduate? That's what I'm going to be doing for the rest of my life. So if I already hate it now, what does that mean for my future?

Sometimes, though... Sometimes I'll have a clinical that is just so good, it reminds me of why I'm doing this. Why I'm putting myself through the pain and suffering of becoming a nurse, which is honestly one of the hardest careers a person can have. It's mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausting. It destroys your body and your mental health. Most of the time it's thankless. It doesn't pay nearly enough for what we go through.

Despite all of the reasons there are not to become a nurse, there are some patients that will remind you why it's all worth it anyway.

Last week, I had a crotchety old bitch of a patient. She had been in the hospital for 10 days, was refusing all of her treatments, screamed at anyone that came in her room, and demanded dilaudid around the clock, despite having no injuries to justify it. Everyone hated her. Her own nurses went in her room as little as possible; I think in the entire 12 hours I was there, her nurse spent maybe a total of 20 minutes in her room. I was in there for hours. A couple minutes at a time in the beginning just so she could warm up to me. Then I spent 2 straight hours at her bedside just talking to her. Letting her tell me her life story. Which was tragic, of course, and no wonder she was so run down and bitter and wanted to get high off narcotics. She was miserable, lonely, and in chronic pain from a body that was deteriorating around her.

So I spent as much time with her as possible. Sure enough, she didn't ask me for any pain medications a single time, once she realized she could trust I was going to look after her. I Explained her medications and her treatments, and the reasoning behind them. I offered to reach out to out chaplain when I noticed she was hyper focused on some televangical broadcast. I got her to call her son to come visit her. I got her to agree to take her medications and allow us to take blood sample for her labs, which were days overdue. I got her up and working with physical therapy so she could start walking again.

By the end of the day, that patient loved me. Not a single complaint all day, she wasn't screaming down the halls and cursing everyone's existence. She was still crotchety and mean in that way old hillbillies are, but she wasn't angry. She wasn't lashing out. She was finally being cooperative. All because I took the time to talk to her and offer her company.

Tonight, I had a shift in our mental health unit. There was a patient who I noticed was very withdrawn and avoiding everyone, mostly just standing in a corner at the end of the hall, by a window. I went down and talked to him. Kind of stilted at first, but slowly he opened up to me. I really only meant to talk for a few minutes, mostly for my own sake, to get used to interacting with mental health patients like this.

Instead, we talked for hours. Nearly 3 hours straight at the start of the day alone, and then more throughout the day. My feet were killing me by the end of it, but it was completely worth it to see the way this poor guy came to life. We talked about everything from social topics like music and movies, to his medications and treatments, and how to manage his depression once he leaves. Something I was able to connect with him about on a personal level in a way his nurse hadn't, because I've been living with depression for a decade, I've been on antidepressants, and I understand. I think that was the point it clicked for him, when he really started reaching out to me, instead of answering when I prompted him. Because humans need connection and understanding.

By the end of the day he was talking freely and smiling nearly non-stop. We'd made plans for him to get back into an old hobby he hadn't touched in years, and he seemed genuinely excited to start it back up again. He was nearly bouncing in place when I went to say goodbye to him at the end of the night, and thanked me for talking to him all day. Even the staff nurses noticed the way his demeanor had completely changed.

Another patient (my actual patient for the night) started the day very combative. To the point she had to be redirected to her room (not locked up, just strongly encouraged to go and cool down). She was screaming at everyone, having some very serious and severe delusions. Same story; I talked to her throughout the day, little bits whenever she was feeling calm. I noticed she had a tattoo from an old semi-niche XBox game I used to play, and we bonded over that. By the end of the shift she loved me. Kept asking me if I'd gotten lunch/dinner, made sure all the other patients on the unit got their snacks, told us all to get some rest once it was curfew for the unit (we had to stay another 2 hours) and said we could use the spare bed in her room if we needed. Which sounds really weird but coming from her was incredibly sweet. Again, total attitude change.

I am very cognizant of the fact that the way I approach my patient care is largely a privilege of still being a student. It's easy for me to stand at a patient's bedside for 2 hours straight and listen to her life story when I have nothing better to do, let alone 3 other patients to take care of. But that nurse didn't talk to her at all. Even when she was in the room, she dismissed everything the patient said. The mental health nurses? Most of their time is spent in the nursing station gossiping and messing on their phones. There's no reason for them not to put in the extra effort of spending time with their patients. And especially there, it can have such an impact.

All of that is to say, I love the relationships I'm able to build with my patients. It's so important for me to be able to connect with people like this, to make them feel seen and cared for and important. No one wants to be treated like an inconvenience, especially not while they're in the hospital, sick and hurt and exhausted and in pain.

Nights like these are why I'm going into this field. I love medicine and I always knew I would end up in the hospital, I've always wanted to be able to save someone's life. But I think now that I've grown up and I'm actually working with these patients, I've come to see not only how rewarding it is to save someone's life, but to nurture that life, too.