Welshen
@welshenart.bsky.social
I'm just a hobby artist. I make more characters and stories than I can handle and the best thing about me is my dog.
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Certified hood classics (aka my favorite pieces)™
January 27, 2025 at 8:15 PM
Certified hood classics (aka my favorite pieces)™
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Bringing it to 🦋 by request:
People hate their own art because it looks like they made it. They think if they get better, it will stop looking like they made it. A better person made it. But there's no level of skill beyond which you stop being you. You hate the most valuable thing about your art.
People hate their own art because it looks like they made it. They think if they get better, it will stop looking like they made it. A better person made it. But there's no level of skill beyond which you stop being you. You hate the most valuable thing about your art.
December 13, 2024 at 6:14 PM
Bringing it to 🦋 by request:
People hate their own art because it looks like they made it. They think if they get better, it will stop looking like they made it. A better person made it. But there's no level of skill beyond which you stop being you. You hate the most valuable thing about your art.
People hate their own art because it looks like they made it. They think if they get better, it will stop looking like they made it. A better person made it. But there's no level of skill beyond which you stop being you. You hate the most valuable thing about your art.
"Content with a job well done, the little swablu bounced on the battlefield, over the trainer’s prone bodies, and flew to the snoozing munchlax. Even if no one could appreciate her little victory, she satisfied herself by hopping around—singing to her heart’s content."
November 18, 2024 at 12:08 AM
"Content with a job well done, the little swablu bounced on the battlefield, over the trainer’s prone bodies, and flew to the snoozing munchlax. Even if no one could appreciate her little victory, she satisfied herself by hopping around—singing to her heart’s content."
The bird stared down at me through narrowed eyes, it's eyes narrowed to slits, then it croaked a warning.
“Fluoro,” Izaac’s tone carried a note of warning.
Nomnom—a shy, somewhat neurotic, munchlax—was afraid of the avian ever since he had seen him tear someone’s face to ribbons with its claws.
“Fluoro,” Izaac’s tone carried a note of warning.
Nomnom—a shy, somewhat neurotic, munchlax—was afraid of the avian ever since he had seen him tear someone’s face to ribbons with its claws.
November 18, 2024 at 12:02 AM
The bird stared down at me through narrowed eyes, it's eyes narrowed to slits, then it croaked a warning.
“Fluoro,” Izaac’s tone carried a note of warning.
Nomnom—a shy, somewhat neurotic, munchlax—was afraid of the avian ever since he had seen him tear someone’s face to ribbons with its claws.
“Fluoro,” Izaac’s tone carried a note of warning.
Nomnom—a shy, somewhat neurotic, munchlax—was afraid of the avian ever since he had seen him tear someone’s face to ribbons with its claws.
Rotating my OC Markus in the fallout 4 au again
November 17, 2024 at 12:31 AM
Rotating my OC Markus in the fallout 4 au again