Why are men such funny shapes? Women are so much easier to draw. *casually ignores the practice time disparity*
when i write from casimir's point of view, it always sounds like a stream of consciousness tumblr shitpost. Spoiler: i know you're delirious and slightly hallucinating, mirya, but could you try to sound less bloggy please?
i can't tell if the stalling on this fic is just me dealing with a bad bout of brainwrong or i'm just stuck. guess i'm going back to the second draft and working on that.
well-meaning loved one buying you fancy yarn you've never worked with...in a half-skein and then not telling you EDIT: WELL-MEANING LOVED ONE TELLING YOU THE WEIGHT AND GETTING IT WRONG NVM THIS IS A WHOLE SKEIN OF DOUBLE KNIT NOT A HALF SKEIN OF FINGERING
tfw halfway done with lining something and you're starting to deeply, primally loathe every single stroke you're making. it's so fucking bad. but deadline. ugghhhh
this happens to me SO MUCH and i die every time. The last time i only got it wrneched open after i already blistered my finger from the friction, superglue is devil stuff
When I wanna write darkfic about a fandom whose villains are all too cute to convincingly do such a thing.
started writing a stupid little thing for my own amusement found out a thing about the viewpoint character that entirely changed how i saw him now have to edit writing to fit this change in, which requires altering all the good jokes
i guess it teaches me to Always Read The Wiki Properly, especially if said character actually turns out to have two articles under two separate names/variations of his name, one more gameplay focused and one more lore focused. Basically though I was operating under the assumption that he'd been a Good Boy all his life and then I found out he spent some of his Unwise Youth worshipping the daedra of hedonism, debauchery and giving in to darker natures.
i can't count and this cross stitch project has a really strict deadline i won't be able to meet if I redo the whole thing and AAAAAAAA
tfw you pick a half-finished piece from several months ago back up and have no fucking clue how you managed the painting style
tfw you say "I'm done" in a zine and are immediately subjected to a fifty page manifesto of "Your Style Is Wrong And You Need To Edit It My Way" while you watch artists submit their pieces and not be second guessed like no salt at the artists, and I will agree that not all zine runners Do This, but by god the ones who do are giving me Stress
