Sketch Zone

This is NOT okay, do ya`ll see how small and brittle the new nibs are?? I usually only draw in weekends (I don`t press hard either) and now I have to change them every 3 weeks. 

Complain. Tell them this isn`t okay. Don`t let big companies rob artists because they have the most reliable products. 

Comment on their instagram!! Message them!!

By doing this, wacom makes digital artists spend almost 50 dollars every year compared to MAX 4 dollars every year on NIBS. This is so wasteful and not something everyone can afford. Wacom is just getting away with this and giving absolute bullshit excuses.

I started talking to it. Probably not my best idea, I’ll give you that, but it’s not like I had anyone else around. I would tell it about my day as I readied for bed. Jeff was a dick at the meeting this morning. Had the best hot dog off the best cart in the city for lunch. SIX reports due by Friday? Kellen must be trying to kill me. I even wished it good night. And it just stared, with its glowing red eyes.

One night, I had to stay late at the office. Really late. Remember those six reports? They turned into fifteen. And if I didn’t get them done for this major client, it was my head on the HR guillotine. So I stayed late. I ended up crashing on the sofa in the break room and woke up to more work on my desk. That was Thursday morning. I had to get this all done by Monday.

On Friday night, around ten, I decided to go home and get some real sleep before going back to the office to finish this insane task. And then I felt it. Something was here with me and it wasn’t the janitor.

I looked in the corner and there were those eyes again, surrounded by shadow. I sighed. I really didn’t have time for this, not here.

“Ain’t you got shit to do?” I snapped, walking to the break room for yet more coffee. So much for going home to sleep.

A growling sound, then a deep, rasping voice said, “I miss you.”

I stopped. “What do you mean, you miss me? Aren’t you a demon or something?”

“You didn’t come home. I’ve been worried. What are you doing here?”

We’d never conversed like this. It was almost comforting, like a friend would be.

“I’m working, man. I’ve got a big client coming on Monday and Kellen put all these damn reports on my desk and if I don’t get them done, I’m probably gonna get fired.” I ranted as I took off my tie and ran my fingers through my hair.

The demon paused, thinking. It moved slowly around the room, taking it all in.

“Do you want me to eat Kellen?” it suddenly asked.

I laughed, “No, don’t eat Kellen. It’s not really his fault.”

“Then what shall I do?”

I sighed and considered. What could a shadow demon do to help me?

“Do you know anything about graphic design and marketing?”

It paused its roaming. “I ate an artist’s soul, once.”

“Good enough. Just sit behind me and tell me what looks good.”

You: *Makes a grimace as though being in pain*

Thorin: „What is it? Are you hurt? What happened?“

You: „I just..“ *holds back a sob* „I just miss him so much…“

Thorin: *internal screaming* Oh no, who does she miss? I didn’t know she had a fiancé/husband??

Thorin: „Who do you miss?“ Do I really want to know?

You: „Charlie…“

Thorin: *internal panic* „Charlie? Who’s Charlie?“ Who the hell is Charlie? WHO IS CHARLIE??

You: „My doggo“ *pouts*

Thorin: „Your what?“ *raises his brows in confusion* What the hell is „doggo“ now?

You: „My doggo. My DOG.“

Thorin: *stares at you in disbilief* *sighs in relief* Oh, for Mahal’s sake, that was too loud.

You: *frowns* „What, are you going to make fun of me??!“

Thorin: „Oh, my dear. No, I am not. Come here.“ *pulls you into a hug*

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My lil’ Masterpost

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- Him opening his eyelids hardly, because the lack of rest and the abuse of alcohol are making him feel so dizzy that, on first, he doesn’t even understand where he is.

- Him groaning and trying to move, but feeling a heavy thing on his chest, and trying to figure out what or who is over him, and looking at you without recognizing you on first sight.

- Him, when he finally understand who you are, feeling ashamed of the situation, and feeling even more shy when he feels that one of his own arms is surrounding your naked waist to attach you to him.

- Him trying to put some order on his mind, trying to rememorate what on Earth have happened on the last night party, but being not pretty sure of anything because the amount of alcohol he have comsumpted.

- Him lifting the aim of the sheets to take a peep under them, and discovering that both of you are fully naked and that one of your legs is still surrounding his hips, making him to breath heavily.

And blocked

And reported

Thank you so much @grufflepuff. I really appreciate this, and all the love I’ve gotten from so many followers.

I have been absolutely stunned that some of my family and friends, several of whom I’ve known for a very long time, just don’t know what to say to me. Someone had the nerve to wish me “happy anniversary” last month, the first one without my husband.

Uh…what.

Then the other day, a friend I was talking to on the phone could hear sadness in my voice and asked, “What’s the matter?”

Um…are you joking, or…???

Someone who constantly complains about her husband (she did it the day after my husband died, as well as in subsequent text messages) asked me out for drinks and giggles because “your husband and your mom would want you to focus on the positive.”

Uh…yeah. You’re not it tho.

My pastor said he and his wife would visit. When he apologized for not following through, I told him I understood, because everyone’s busy (I was trying not to make the guy feel too bad). Then he says, “Well, I haven’t been THAT busy.”

Um… are you saying you just didn’t feel like it? Because maybe don’t even suggest a visit if your heart’s not in it…🤔

And don’t get me started on the friend who asked me - a new, shocked, struggling, vulnerable, emotionally drained widow and motherless child - for money…🙄

Geez…

I honestly have received more understanding from my Tumblr family and some support groups on Facebook than friends I’ve spent a lot of time with over the years.

Anyone with a name that starts with a “Z”, ends with an “i”, and isn’t some kind of Italian pasta, IS SERIOUS