#it became wholesome

[erabu-san]

Hi, I'm sorry you're having a hard time with people tagging your posts when you don't want them tagged with ship, I know most people will not look at the original tags if something is reblogged to their dashboard and just reblog and tag as they usually do, and people when they ship something will tag any interaction between the characters as ship. So like you said, probably a better idea to put in your original post. I think just adding "please don't tag as ship !" or "this art has platonic intention, so please don't tag as ship !" would actually be perfectly fine, maybe a smiley but i don't think it comes across as rude or mean either way, it's completely reasonable.

Personally I don't think lots of people would mind that sort of boundary, and the people doing it now most likely have no idea you have it. Anyone who does mind such an easy boundary (you aren't even saying shippers cannot reblog! just to not tag!) and gets mad that you put it in the post then is not worth your time.

Hope you have a lovely day and people are more respectful <3

🥹🥹 thank you so much anon !!

There is a lot of you who send me support, I read them all. And I am clearly lucky to be understood ! Thank you

I believe I became more sensitive because of lack of sleep, I usually just block and ignore haha

But yeah it became way too much recently ! I find reconfort by sharing thing I like, and I know there is a public who will find it at their taste(if there is no public, i know there is my friends 🫵💕), and.. true, I always expect there is people who doesn't read original tag. Internet is large, and it is sure there is thing out of my control. Even by rationalize facts, and organised my thought, it is hard to supress my feeling. This my problem, I have to deal with it I guess. But why feeling, as a human, is a problem ? Why do I constantly invalidate my feeling because "I have to expect this" ? And why do I have to constantly justify my feeling and behaviour while I am in my right ? On MY art ?

So that's why I started to put boundaries

And it is not only abt tumblr, but also twitter (twitter is the worst for me haha). I still didn't post my art on instagram because I don't want to feel this much again 😭 irony because instagram is my safest place between all my social media ! And yes !! I know there is plenty of my followers who ship them, and we still interact because shipping is not the problem ? They know my art and post abt them are not abt romance and I do not wish it becomes romance and they respect that !

Ah, I started to rant again, I hope you don't mind 🥹 it is week end, maybe a good sleep will help me to deal everything better !

My day became more lovely thanks to you all support, and I am sincerely grateful again for you taking your time to write me a kind message. Anon, I wish you also have a lovely day, and everything will be good for you, right now in present but also for your future 🫶

[inkskinned]

for the longest time my family used to host one of the biggest haunted houses on my block: elaborate, themed amateur haunts that pearled out along our lawn for one-night-only. spinning circus wheel-of-terrors and walkthrough alien crash-landings and spiders that arched over our driveway, leaking venom onto your feet.

we didn't have a lot of money; and honestly i don't know how we afforded what we did have. there were not going to be pneumatics or projectors or any supply over 20 dollars - and even 20 was a stretch. we were lucky, and we lived in a town that had a "swap shed", where people would drop off any banged-up-but-usable items that they wanted to get rid of. the whole year, my family would pick over someone else's discarded fans and lights and weird decorations, asking each other - what do you think? for halloween?

we would strip the motors out of rusted fans and spraypaint vases and saw broom handles in half and apply a very thick coat of cardboard and duct tape to everything. for our pirate year, i made the mistake of individually drawing woodgrain onto each strip of cardboard that made up the ship. i then gently painted and distressed the "boards" so they'd each have lichen and cracks and unusual patterns. i hid eyes in the knots and shaped skulls. you couldn't see any of it in the dark, even under our "spotlight" (someone's target-branded workshop flashlight).

i have a lot of very strange skills as a result. i know how to make a flying ghost appear both physically and in the mirror. i know how to make a witch's brew that stirs itself. i know how to burn and cut and paint until there is an iron throne you can sit on, or an alien brushing your ankles, or a hearse trundling along. i can't say we ever made it beyond our local newspapers, but we tried so hard that the town would regularly shut down our street.

i can't put any of these skills on a resume, and i haven't been able to put them to use for a while. i live in an apartment, there's no lawn for me to decorate. for years i've wanted to do an alice in wonderland theme, and have been collecting ideas like coins in a fountain. at other houses, i am transfixed by 12 foot skeletons and paper mache spooky lanterns; easily wooed by the knowledge of how much time people put in.

someone asked me once - so what was the point? and why didn't you guys charge anything to show up?

in truth, we probably needed the money. for years there, we were a 1-meal-a-day kind of a family. i was being polite earlier up in this essay: we furnished both our house and our halloweens using things left a recycling center. we live in new england and still didn't turn on the heat until the end of november, no matter how low the temperature.

every year we would collect donations for unicef and other charities. on an average year, we would collect enough to pay for our food for weeks. every year, without fail: we donated every penny.

this endeavor took months to plan and design and execute. we had to organize any volunteers and check safety and hope-for-the-best. it took at least 24 hours to set up, a week to take down. the motors and fans and lights all had to be packed tight. the cardboard would scatter, pangea in the rain and sleet. i remember picking up a plank from that pirate ship, the paint blown clear off, all my hard work completely erased. a new kind of driftwood.

if this was a poem, and not a memory, i could wrap this up prettily. i could say that these skills landed me a cool job in the haunting industry or that it taught me the value of friendship and responsibility. but i actually think it's something better, something very pretty: there wasn't ever a moral to it.

the night was a long one. yes, there were assholes, people who broke stuff. but mostly it was just kids like us in cardboard costumes, dressed as an incredibly niche kind of truck. good parents who were friendly and laughing. teenagers who slunk in at late hours, wide-eyed and secretly delighted; who asked us can i help next year? like, do y'all take volunteers, or whatever? every year more people came, and told their friends, and offered to pay. and every year we said maybe next year and meant absolutely never.

we did it because it was enough to love something, and to make that love visible. we did it because there is very rarely an excuse to have fun. i think maybe especially, for me - we did it because every year, there was one first "customer" somewhere around 3-4PM, while we were still putting on the final touches. the sun would still be up, and we were frazzled and always-running-late, and these kids saw our vision unfinished in the bright light of day.

something about their parents murmuring say thank you and telling my mom this setup is so sweet while this little kid would grin up at us, dazzled by our artistic mediocrity. the fall air and the chill and their coat-over-a-panda-princess-costume. that first phrase of the night awkwardly managed over a pair of overly-large vampire teeth: a beautiful and excited trick or treat!

[shimmershy]

Just two siblings back from the dead, hanging out, totally not using this opportunity to torment one another for the rest of time! <3

Chara Week Day 4: Flowers

[Image Description: A digital drawing of Chara and Flowey from Undertale. They're on the Surface, with grass and trees and mountains stretching out behind them. Chara has golden flowers clustered around their left eye and speckled in their hair and on their hands. They're kneeling on the ground and smiling wide, holding Flowey's flower pot in one arm. Their other hand is outstretched in front of them and holding a camera. Flowey has a red bow wrapped around his stem and stickers in the shape of hearts, stars, and smiley faces decorating his pot. He looks annoyed as Chara leans their face in close to his to take a photo. /End ID]

[ladyqahnaarin]

Lilia in his younger years: I hate children!

Lilia, many years later, entering his peepaw era:

[ixtaek]

LinkedUniverse, but the rides/mounts come along.

Crimson just chilling overhead no matter where they are

Like three different Eponas following them—they all come running if Time plays the song

Wind stubbornly dragging his boat behind him till Wild puts it in the slate, but insisting he take it out every night so Wind can sleep in it

Legend trying hard to keep his dignity when a kangaroo, baby dodongo, and flying bear are constantly scooping him up

Everyone thinks that Wild’s giant Gerudo horse is as bad as it will get—then he breaks out the Master Cycle

[sexynetra]

Hey can we talk about how Dawn literally gave Amanda her first estrogen pill

[leo-kinnie]

Thinking abt how Sandro sits in a very childish way (legs crossed rocking back and forth, open, vulnerable) and how Sand (carefree) sits with his knees up to his chin, sometimes hiding his face IN his knees, and wraps his arms around his legs. Protected. Cautious. An attempt at comfort.

Thinking abt how that shows their personalities and relationships. Thinking so badly abt my sons.

[demon4dilfs]

jerma’s baby 🥹

[spoopy-arcade]

I need a new fnaf game just about Roxy and Cassie I can't do this anymore

[tornado1992]

Hmmmm. Unbreakable bond Kimetsu No Yaiba (Demon Slayer) AU.

[vibeechecker]

If you're still taking HSL requests, could I request Satou and grown up Shio together? Like hanging out or whatever not like TOGETHER together, just to be clear

Bonus ☆

Hanging out at the movie theatres

[mispatchedgreens]

wang baoxiang in slutty robe from friend's fic volume the second! for more peachy, pink, peony propaganda, go read 'no accounting for taste'!

(under the cut you might find a close-up of the lace)

[whereismyhat5678]

Okay they may look a lil’ sloppy but I just need to post something with these two-

THE BROTHERLY BOND MUST BE CHERISHED IT’S SOO FRICKEN CUTE!!! 💕💕💕

But seriously though- I don’t draw enough of John and not even Gerome!- Like- I’ve drawn him a couple times but I don’t actively draw him y’know??? I really need to draw them more they’re just- THEY’RE JUST THEM LOOK AT THEM LOOK HOW THEY BOTH JUST LOOK SO HAPPY- I CAN’T IT’S ADORABLE????? 💖💖💖💖

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH ACTUALLY I'LL MISS THEM 😭😭😭💖💖💖💕💕💕

[xeymol]

A few gifts for @crazycakeparrotart, I had a lot of fun drawing your slug designs and I hope I actually did good drawing them lol

(Not sure why I decided to do slightly colored lineart for this but it was fun to do for the first time in awhile💀)

Btw click for better quality because tumblr hates my art and wishes to pixelate it