#talking about fandoms. sharing art. making jokes. having fun without constantly feeling the need to get popular and famous

[wolfram-petanu]

god I'm genuinely so scared of people migrating to tumblr

because we've got Phil Tommy and Sneeg already, and probably many ccs will follow, along with the fanbase

and like don't get me wrong, i love that for them

like yeah let twitter crash and burn but im so scared of Tumblr turning into Twitter v2.0

like this is the only website i actually use that's not toxic and i actively enjoy being on

i don't want this to get ruined, there's a reason why i don't have a twitter/instagram/facebook

[rxttenbxnes]

Hello! Do you have any fun headcanons to share about Idia? Honestly, I just find it painful to see how badly this guy gets butchered in headcanons sometimes. People always forget that he is in fact a complete ass with a massive superiority-inferiority complex and not just a sad boi, or they overplay the weeb part and ignore how he has other interests like science and art, or they make him too pathetic by assuming he would still be a blushing incoherent mess like a year into marriage, etc. Anyway, it’d just be nice to hear the headcanons of an actual Idia fan since that’s the only way to get anything sane.

Omg totally, first I'mma do a little rant, I'll make sure to label where the HCS begin so y'all don't have to read my rants 😭

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❱❱﹒⟡﹒𝑅𝑎𝑛𝑡﹢﹒🎮

Okay we gotta acknowledge the fact idia is indeed, an asshole you guys. 💀Well not completely obviously but he's not just gonna be nice to you for no reason. He's not just some depressed dude needing sympathy.

The way Idia is so Infantilzed by the fandom it's actually gets me tweakin, You guys this actually makes me mad, he's not some sensitive bottom uwu boy that stutters 50 times every sentence In fact I honestly cannot see him being submissive half of the time, this man is actually a asshole on the low. Most people get the fact that idia would be submissive from his shy and closed off personality which is just SO wrong to me.

Idia is extremely pessimistic and if we're being real Idia is actually not a good narrator for his own experiences, the constant self deprecation mixed in with his his thoughts about being superior to others is so fascinating to me, one moment he sees himself as nothing but a piece of trash while in the next moment he's boasting about how he's the only one component enough to be ignihyde's dorm leader. He's such a complex character I can Yap about him constantly

I get making jokes and stuff but some people genuinely think idia is some stinky incel creep that hates women and just purposely chooses to not go outside and be chronically online. Like yeah, he has nerdy and loser like hobbies but this man literally has trauma and chronic depression, along with an anxiety disorder, it's not something he can just make disappear. He likes science, engineering, art, anime, games etc which is all just cool, it's not like he's some creep that's afraid to talk to people, nor is he some super submissive guy that'll fold for you in a tiny interaction.

Had to get ts off my chest 💀

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܀⊹ ིྀ𝐼𝑑𝑖𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 🎮ೄྀ⊹܀

🎧 Caramelldansen. Idia adores this song unironically. At first he had just saw the meme and quickly ended up falling into the whole thing, laying on the floor completely dazed out of his mind as the colorful lights flash in the background from the music video playing on repeat lol

🎮 I said this in my earlier post but Idia definitely draws his crushes all the time. Luckily he has a little self control and draws anime/manga characters in most of the pages, he's really protective over his sketch book due to 1.) His social anxiety and 2.) The fact that he doesn't want anyone to know that he likes drawing and observing people, especially his crushes.

🎧 Idia constantly has his headphones on, I know of a fact that Idia listens to Nightcore, anime OSTs, Vocaloid, animation meme music, Vkei, video game sound tracks and breakcore religiously. I think idia would honestly listen to everything he can get his hands on

🎮 I feel like he had a 2020 alt kid phase lol. I feel like quarantine would've been his time to thrive, his peak enjoyment of life would be set during this time lol. Being able to express himself like he wanted without others seeing??? Sign him up

🎧 Ironically, he's not super weak. I feel like he just sucks at physical activity, especially running since he doesn't leave his room much. His hands/fist are definitely strong, I feel like he has a strong hit.

🎮 That being said, I think Idia’s hands are large, thin and boney. They definitely have a few scars and calluses from all the machinery he works with, you can't tell me that his hands aren't pretty rough.

🎧 Idia is a fashion icon, in games. Not irl, he would never due to the attention it would grab him, though he definitely is into all of the alternative and Gothic fashion stuff. He'll give his characters the most perfect and pretty outfits and make sure everything is customized perfectly, not mind at all if it takes him hours to do so.

🎮 This man definitely collects figures. I feel like they're all anime and video game figures; he's even commission artist and such to make custom work of his favorite interest and brag online about it.

🎧 Has an habit of repeating words and phrases he likes over and over again. It doesn't matter if it's from an obscure meme that literally only 5 people including him know or if it's in a different language, he'll constantly reference and repeat it like no tomorrow.

🎮 He's a biter. He bites a lot of things randomly, he'd bite someone out of love if he got the chance. I'm telling you he'll just naw on random stuff, not caring if it's edible or not. It could literally be a plushy and he'll randomly bite it while he's hugging it.

🎧 Idia definitely finds confort in the rain and gloom weather. Really, he just enjoys typically gloomy things. It's extremely comforting and relaxing to him to just be able to sit on his bed with his headphones on while it rains harshly outside, making the world around him dark and gloomy.

🎮 Curses, like a lot. Gamer rage is real you guys and he definitely has it. If he loses a game too many times or gets too frustrated with his teammates, he'll curse like a sailor. His anger isn't directly to his teammates or anything, it's of him being frustrated with everything in general.

܀⊹ ིྀ🕸 ۫ ִ ׂ💭 ◟♡ ˒ ⊹ ݁ ִ  ۫🎮ೄྀ⊹܀

[n-ugg]

I didn't expect to get tagged but here we are. As you all will be able to tell in a bit, I am a massive Quackity fan

Thank you for tagging me @skeetlehands!

who is your favourite member on the smp?

Look, I love them all but these have a special place in my heart.

Quackity, Slimecicle (I am fully aware he just joined but I still love him), Schlatt, Tubbo, Eret, AweSamdude, and Ponk.

They're just great in and out of character and just have comforting vibes.

when did you first start watching the smp and what made you get into it?

I gotten in during the Pogtopia era since it took me a while to get access to the streams.

I mainly gotten in with the Sad-ist War animatics along with me trying to catch up on Quackity's VODS. Just someone that I was already familiar with being an easier shift into story and learning others through him

what is your favourite part about watching the smp?

Just watching everyone interact with other and just seeing the plot progress in real time. Its literally just dnd but with extra steps but I enjoy it so much

The improv that they all do is amazing and how everyone have different approaches to their characters makes my writer's side so happy with dissecting everything.

What piece of cursed lore is your favourite

That Wilbur canonically fucked a fish and Philza canonically fucked a Samasung fridge and just seeing the fanbase try to change into something that will at least make a bit more sense.

Im included in this, I basically joined the side that has Sally being a mermaid shapeshifting pirate. Mainly because of pirate Fundy

Who is your favorite duo on the smp

Slimecicle and Ranboo: They're the same person but in different fonts, you can convince me otherwise

Schlatt and Quackity: They managed to be super funny together with all of the jokes and balanced with making a very realistic abusive relationship work. It was always fun seeing them flirt with each other for a joke then get hit with whiplash when canon comes in to remind me that this isnt healthy

Tubbo and Tommy: They're two dumbasses who share the same braincell but then they constantly lose it and Tubbo mainly has custody of it

Wilbur and Schlatt: I just enjoy seeing Schlatt messing with Wilbur and occasionally flirts with him to get Wilbur more pissed off

Who are your comfort streamers

Quackity and Slimecicle are comfort streamers

Eret, Fundy, and AweSamdude are my comfort people (meaning I dont watch them as much but I find comfort in their presence. And the other two are also under this category)

Who is your favorite character

Quackity due to how complex his character is and yet how it looks so simple

Schlatt because is just a villian who knows how to play the game without getting caught

Tubbo, watching him trying to be hopeful with everything destroy around him and he just slowly become used to everything going wrong

AweSamdude because he is just trying his best to be a father figure others and I just got family issues

Who do you think the best actor(s) on the smp

Imma skip over the ones that we all already said and get into the ones that dont get enough praise

Quackity: Just how he managed to make his character seem so basic but in reality its really complex. And just seeing the shift from him being a chaotic force of nature to being a serious character that is trying his best to reach something that has been hanging over his head is just *chefs kiss* and he always delivers amazing lines on the spot.

BadBoyHalo: He is doing great right now, even though he is a bit rusty with starting he still manages to get into character and stay in character the entire time. When slowly easing in, you can tell its a bit forced but once he finds his footing, he knows how to deliver his lines.

AweSamdude: His entire bit where he was getting rescued from the egg fucking hurt. How he sounded weak from the entire thing and tired to where he just wanted to rest was so well. And I know he can act more energetic when he was accidentally dragged into playing a cop during Quackity's and Bad's date

Fundy: You guys need to give him more praise for his acting because he is fucking amazing at it. The little touches to how he voice when speaks is so good along with his body language in game. He knows what he's fucking doing and I love him for that. And when he snapped, it made complete sense if you payed attention to his character

I didnt add Ranboo because he's automatically at the top section due to him being a dnd player. Same goes to Slimecicle even though he hasnt acted yet. I dont make the rules. You play dnd, you know how to act

What are your favorite quotes

I dont have favorite quotes, just dialog heavy scenes.

Before Doomsday, Quackity going to take his horse far away from L'Manberg, it being the one thing he cares about. It was just so good

The entire Schlatt and Quackity argument in front of the white house

The meeting between Schlatt and Quackity with Schlatt yelling out to him in a taunting way to where Tommy and Quackity are trying to figure out what happened to the tnt. I constantly rewatch it to feel the adrinaline pumping to feel something

Wilbur's slow descend into insanity and talking to Tommy. Just showing his paranoia and fears consuming him, him projecting his fears into Tommy as an attempt of manipulation, and his hero complex shift into villian one

Schlatt's winning speech of him projecting it as something that was bound to happen no matter what. The amount of charisma and confidence that was in his voice as I was watching Tommy hiding underground in fear was just a perfect scene

Tommy's argument with Dream when everyone is protecting Tommy. Its the small details of Tommy taunting Dream to kill him, knowing he wont no matter what. Him telling everyone to protect Tubbo and everyone listening without hesitation.

The debate that Quackity and Dream had for like 11 or 14 minutes. All of that was completely unprompted unscripted, it was just so satisfying seeing someone stand up against Dream for the first time and actually beating him. Sure it was in a verble conflict but it still counts as a defeat

Be honest, who do you simp for? (Ayo if anyone says Tommy or Tubbo I will🗡)

Schlatt, Quackity, and Slimecicle

Its pretty obvious, I dont really try to hide it

Whats your favorite stream

Uhhhh I dont exactly have one so none I guess

Whats your least favorite streams

Im sorry, but all of the Jackbox stream. You need a specific group of people to play together in order to actually make it funny and keeping the energy throughout the entire thing.

After a bit later, everyone has a tendency of pandering to the audience and repeat jokes. They managed to beat jokes to the ground faster than Tiktok AND Twitter.

Dont get me started with DreamTeam being in there. They're funny in thier own rights but the shipping jokes get so unfunny so quick and they dont know how bounce off of others well. The only exception to this is when Quackity, Velvet, and Ant were playing with Sapnap and Dream. And thats because they decided to mess with the straight white guys into accidently saying offensive shit and seeing those two suffer with trying tiptoe around was so amusing

Whats something about the smp fandom thay makes you sad

This doesnt get me sad, just frustrated and its mostly towards dsmptok and dsmptwt but sometimes this fandom doesnt fucking know how to analyze characters. Like when everyone jumped on Tubbo on being the bad guy when he was a kid trying to use old tatics that knows that worked before and stand up for himself

How when one person decides to do something that they believe is right, everyone just throws the term villian arc around

When one person does one good thing the suddenly everyone accepts into them being good and not ever looking into it.

For fucks sakes, I saw people keep saying that Quackity was turning into Dream or Wilbur and I just sat there being confused on how they conntected those dots that were in different books.

Its so frustrating to read through. But here on dsmpblr, you guys actually understand character analysis, are able to critique them and able to love whoever you enjoy.

Another thing is how this fanbase really puts everyone on a pedestal or objectify them. Just completely forgetting that they're human and treat the streamer as a character. Like, yeah they're playing up a persona whenever they're making content but theres a difference and you shouldn't hold them up like that.

You cant use the argument of "They're young, they dont know any better", when I first entered my first fandom (I was like 11/12), I fully understood that theres a boundary between me and the creator. What they are on screen is a persona but they're still human and I should treat them as such. Its just something that bugs me and its unnerving to see whenever people start getting wierd about it

Final bit is just how the twitch chat acts. They all force the streamer to follow the 'main' plot of it being Tommy or Techno or whoever the fandom chooses to have a favorite, completely ignoring the fact that they are their own character. No one wants to meta game because where is the fun in that but the fucking chat gets so annoying when the streamer goes against fanfavorite of the week. It drains the fun of it being multiple pov's and different characters.

When Slimecicle was barely starting stream I saw so many people spam "Go with Ranboo" and not let him even get into lore first. I hated that I knew it was coming but it was still so fucking frustrating seeing them try to boss him around. Please just let people live outside of the 'main' plot, not everything revolves around your favorites. Now shut the fuck up and let them play

What about the smp fandom that makes you happy?

The people that create art, animatics, theories, playlist, or write oneshots

All of you creators are great and deserve so much more respect then what the fandom gives you because jesus fucking christ they're all so fucking rude. You guys are the ones that are carrying this fandom on your backs and I fucking respect yall for that

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Time for da spead: @nixavia @dambette404 and @mocha-is-lost yall dont need to join.....unless😳😳😳

[lord-explosion-baku]

I do! Can you suggest some?

Artists who I know draw Shinsou?? Their tumblrs??

Before I share, I would like to remind you all to not repost the artist’s art onto your other social media without asking for their permission first! Even if you can see their watermark in the picture, it’s not enough. Even when you give “credit”, that doesn’t necessarily direct traffic back at them, so it’s not enough. Artists work VERY HARD on their pieces and should not be disrespected like they constantly are. ALWAYS ASK FOR PERMISSION or better yet, just share links to their pieces, when you want someone else to gaze at their incredible hard work, rather than screenshotting!

Also please note that I’m not an artist so I’ll just be yellin about how IT LOOKS GOOD! because I don’t know what the hell im talking about. Also this is a bit of a short list because I got tired of staring at my phone! Hhhh!

@anxioussailorsoldier Mia has a lot of fantastic art and for a lot of different fandoms (her link and Sidon have me 👀👀) but she also has a lot of fantastic Shinsou art out there! She even has spicy content on her Twitter because tumblr is evil. Check her out here!

@pand4nn Has Shinsou content! The stuff he does is GORGEOUS and it can either make you snicker or make your heart fall into your stomach. (I’m partial to his Shirakumo art and that shit HURTS me) I’m pretty sure all his media links are the same so you should def be following him everywhere at all pand4nn

I gotta shout out to @maewoahdoodles who usually makes OC art which is INCREDIBLE, but when she draws SHINSOU, my loins BREAK. I THORST FOR A MANS.

@a-moop THEIR SHINSOU. Like okay, this person is an extraordinary artist, but god the way the do expressions is really something special! They do comics as well which is always fun!!

Checkout @apriscot ! So far they’ve done a lot of Todoroki, but they have some Shinsou thrown in there! And their colors are just so soft, they make feel light and good!!

@kureina listen just GO TO their page and you’ll be instantly slapped in the face by the hottest goddamn villain!shinsou I’ve ever seen. I’m not joking. Just go. Go!!

@zyinn-corner A RARE PAIR SHINSOU X BAKUGOU!!! Something I didn’t know that I needed, but oh my god, it’s perfect! Their comics are super SUPER cute and if you need to smile, I suggest booping onto their page!

THERE ARE TONS OF WONDERFUL ARTISTS OUT THERE AND I CANT NAME THEM ALL IN ONE POST, BUT TUMBLR HAS THE NEAT FEATURE THAT SHOWS YOU “related posts” THAT CAN DRAG YOU THROUGH SHINSOU HEAVEN, TOO. I hope you enjoy the artists that I’ve shared. Please support them with your likes and reblogs, and always share their links when you’re posting somewhere else!!

[foxwatchesanime]

How I stopped caring about comments: A rambly post by me

This is rambly so hold onto your seats, I apologies. 

I’ve been thinking a lot about comment/review culture in the last few months, particularly after returning to a brand new fandom as a writer and regular content creator. Maybe this is something I’ve been thinking about for a while, maybe not, but I wanted to share my thoughts on the way I perceive comments, how it’s changed for me since I’ve been in fandom and I’d love to hear from other people what their opinion is and how they relate to comments on their work.

I’ve been creating content in fandom spaces for about eleven years now. I started out on YouTube when I joined my first fandom, Merlin, and I made my first fanvideos in 2009. In December of 2009, I published my first fanfiction, plus one sequel which remains unfinished as well as a few other smaller projects. In October of 2010, I published my first podfic and would go on to publish two more. My focus in fandom had always been YouTube, where I regularly created fanvideos. My schedule was never consistent, as with most vidders back in the day, but I’d be comfortable in saying I posted regularly discounting three unintentional hiatuses, one in 2013 following the Merlin finale, one in 2015 probably due to a lack of inspiration and one in 2017 after what I was sure was going to be my permanent comeback to YouTube, only for my hard drive to break and delete all my footage yeeeeeey. 

I’ve now made an actual, official return to my original platform, this time creating videos for my new passion and fandom: anime. Since February of 2020 I’ve also been regularly publishing fic and have no desire to stop doing so. I’m thoroughly invested in new fandom spaces again and am engaging with its fans and the content. 

But the one thing I have seen change drastically in my approach to things is commenting, following and general engagement. 

Let’s take a step back. 

When I first started posting content, comments were not something I even had in my consciousness. I think I knew YouTube comments existed, but I didn’t really pay attention to it. I didn’t even know what subscribers were until I started hearing other people talk about them and then I suddenly felt like it’s something I should be keeping an eye on myself. 

In a centuries old vlog of mine that is now private on my channel, I noticed that when I hit 100 subscribers, I made a video thanking everyone because I was so excited that with more subscribers, I was going to “make more friends.” Oh dear xD 

But the truth is, I have been consistently and chronically bad at keeping up with or caring about the analytics of my various platforms. It wasn’t till writing this post today that I went to check my FF.net account to see how many comments my first two Merlin fics ever got. I still couldn’t tell you my exact number of YouTube or Ao3 subscribers, how many hits or kudos my fic have and I don’t think I’ve ever checked my bookmarks for notes, or whatever you’re able to leave on there. 

Commenting culture on YouTube, for all my joking earlier, was primarily about connection, at least back then. Most of the old guard have moved on and those who have remained are now vidding in other fandoms. The social aspect of YouTube in my opinion has changed dramatically since I was at my peak output on there, but I remember how interactive the comments sections used to be. They literally were, where you made friends.  

A couple of years ago, me and a friend of mine started a Merlin podcast called Merlisten. We created it for fun and without many expectations of what might come out of it. And it was this that changed my relationship with commenting for good. 

Doing Merlisten felt, for the first time in a long time, like pure creativity and passion without anyone’s permission. We always encouraged people to leave feedback as one does, but I don’t think either of us expected to get much, if any. Even considering the incredible support we’ve received with feedback coming in almost every single episode now, there is still a clear and overwhelming gap between the amount of comments given to an episode of Merlisten, to one of my old fanvids or fics. It’s even more interesting when one considers how much more effort and time went into creating Merlisten compared to say, editing or writing, at least for me personally. The amount of man hours spent on creating one 2.5 hour episode from pre-production to final posting often outweighs any other video or chapter I’ve created. Not always, but often. 

What struck me as interesting, however, was that even though comments weren’t always consistent and I always love and continue to love reading them, it’s not what was fuelling me to work hard on this project. I was doing it because I adored it and I knew it was something I was proud to put into the world. 

And that literally changed everything.

I think for a long time, I was always trying to cater my art to what might get the most attention or please the widest demographic of people. It’s how you think when you’re young and you don’t know any better. But for the first time, I was creating something on my own terms that I had no idea if anyone would even listen to and the actual creative process of making said art was ten times more rewarding than any single comment I could ever read. Which really, what I realised, is what art is supposed to be. I can safely say that if Merlisten didn’t get a single comment from here on in, I would still want to see it to its conclusion for one very simple reason: Because I had something to share. 

This brings me to my recent return to writing fic in fandom and it’s not a decision I’ve regretted for a second. More than anything, I’ve realised how personal art can really be, especially when it’s in writing. I’ve found it revealing and cathartic and fascinating in a way that I didn’t ever imagine.

But more importantly, I’ve realised that the real beauty for me in engaging in art is the ability to get an emotional response from it or to relate to it. And that goes for both other people’s work and my own. I can feel just as invested in my own work as someone else’s and that’s not because I think my work is amazing, it’s because I know it’s come from something that was living in me. When I put something out there that I made with my own two hands, that feeling now trumps any sort of feedback I could possibly get and that’s the endorphin I live off. 

Don’t mistake this for me not liking comments, that’s obviously not true. My brain gets the same dopamine hit as anyone’s when I get a notification for something or other, but I’ve realised that I have a very specific relationship with comments that I definitely didn’t have before, if my requests for review on FF.net is anything to go by.

Now, what I find exciting and thrilling is the thought that, if writing this fic got this sort of emotional response out of me, the writer, I wonder if there are other people out there who think the same way I do? Who have a similar way of experiencing joy or suffering or humour or who like the same things as me? That, is an insanely invigorating feeling. And then when someone chooses to take time out of their day to tell you that what came from your head is the same sort of way they feel about life? That’s not a comment, that’s not feedback, that’s a connection you have with another person. And that’s where I start to get excited. And it’s taken me this fucking long to realise it. 

Honestly, I was really worried upon returning to writing and vidding this year that my experience working in digital marketing, where everything is about numbers and social media is all about engagement and nothing else, that I would be overwhelmed and not be able to switch off the part of my brain that’s been trained to think like that. I’m so relieved that that’s not the case. 

As previously mentioned, I suck at giving a shit about analytics and looking at my own stats. I couldn’t give a flying fuck. But I did just go and check my YouTube videos since returning back to vidding. Not a single one of them has views over 200 at this point. Most have less than 100. My most viewed video on YouTube has 57,000 views. And the thing is, there might have been a time when I looked at that and thought, well, this means I suck. This means I can’t make art. This means there’s no point to it.

But no, that's not true.

The point is not how many people see it, how many people like it, how many people comment on it. The point is that I made it. I’m going to continue making YouTube videos despite the fact that the algorithm will destroy any chances they have at getting engagement or views. Even if not one single person comments on them. Because when I’ve finally rendered a new video, or finished proof reading a new chapter, I feel so fucking happy that everything else is just window dressing to me now. 

Because not only is online engagement and following such a stab in the dark these days anyway with algorithms changing and trends moving constantly, but this is the real truth about comments, following and feedback:

The truth is, I don’t need a stranger on the internet to praise me so that I can feel good about my art. The day that I start doing that, I’ve already lost. I used to think that way on a regular basis. Guess what, it didn’t make me produce better art. It didn’t make my life better. Because being validated by others never does. It doesn’t matter how many keysmashes I might get or how many sonnets or kind words, because If I don’t like what I create, there isn’t a single human being on the planet who will make me like it, no matter what they say or how they say it. For others, this might not be the case. But this is my reality. 

I know this, because I recently speed-wrote and published a fic for a fanweek. I wrote 13k in about 8hrs. So far, it’s received nothing but positive words. But it doesn’t matter. After I published it, I had a crisis about how it wasn’t good enough, that there should have been an extra arc, that it ended too quickly, that there wasn’t a climax. Even as the comments came in, it didn’t change my mind. Because other people’s comments will never really lead to fulfilment. 

I want you all to know that I get emotional over every single comment that is sent to me. Every personal story, ever keysmash and heartfelt thoughtful message that took the time to analyse my work. Connecting with you guys has been one of the biggest joys of entering this fandom. But it’s not going to be what fuels me to create and to carry on doing the best work I can. All I can do is treat it as the wonderful privilege that it is, and not any part of the reason I do it.  

In conclusion:

Finally, at age 27 and in the midst of enjoying fandom after a very long period of being either meh about it or lurking, I finally feel content with the fact that I want to create in order to put things out into the world that I worked hard on, that I’m passionate about and that hopefully, in whatever way it might be, it might have touched someone who feels the same things too. It makes me feel accomplished, it makes me feel like I might be contributing something small to the world and it makes me feel like maybe one other person was made happy by it. And even if they never tell me that and if no one else ever comments on what I create, or even if they comment on it in spaces that I never see; private servers, chats between friends or blogs that I don’t follow, that’s also fine. Because there’s always at least one person who is going to feel happy that she made something. And that’s me. 

The short version: I never used to care about comments, then I did, and now I no longer do. 

Sorry for the ramble, but I wanted this here for myself to look back upon in case my opinion ever changes on this or I ever start to lose my way again and feel overwhelmed. I’d love to hear your guys’ experiences with this sort of thing and whether you’ve ever felt bogged down by the need for feedback.

[imaginingyourfandom]

Imagine You & Ezekiel decorating the Christmas tree

Fandom: The Librarians

Pairing: Ezekiel Jones x reader (sort of?)

Writer: scottmccallmeishmael

Summary: Imagine You & Ezekiel decorating the Christmas tree (this imagine)

Christmas was the least subtle holiday on the planet, considering decorations and music and everything were coming out of the woodwork before Halloween ever even arrived, but this year, it snuck up on you. You would have sworn it was only September, but now, surprise! December had arrived, and with it came snow, and the need to decorate and buy gifts.

               Gifts were relatively easy for you. When you started as a Guardian, you had a slight concern that you were about to move into this place, and live with these people, but be completely alone. Now, almost a year after you arrived, you realized this was your family. You were closer to, and happier with, the people you had met in this job, than you thought you had ever been before with anyone. You and Jake talked about art and used the back door to visit a few places that you had never been before, or that you had only been to in a professional capacity. Conversations with Cassandra were mostly focused on physics or math, but even though neither had been your high point in school, you were still completely fascinated by everything she had to say. Eve sparred with you, a lot, to keep you on your toes constantly, and Flynn, well, Flynn was a whirlwind of information, whether he ever managed to make sense or not. Hell, you even forced some time with Jenkins, and he lightened up – as much as Jenkins ever did for anyone – enough to share some stories from his unbelievably long life. Your time with Jones, though, that was something else. You two watched movies and scoured the Library to see what crazy artifacts you could find without getting lost, and you even helped him figure out battle plans to break into exhibits (which you didn’t actually do, it was mostly for fun…for you, anyway. You had no idea what Jones did when he wasn’t with you, and that was completely fine by you).

               So gifts were easy.

               Decorations were…something else. You had spent a long time being the only person wanting to put up any kind of decoration for the holiday, and while you had enjoyed it, then, you had also resented it, and the older you got, the less you wanted anything to do with it.

               This year was different.

               This year, you had forcibly ignored the idea of decorating, until two weeks before Christmas, and you found yourself in the Annex, staring at a room that Christmas had almost definitely thrown up on.

“…what is happening?” you asked, baffled, peering around at the boxes and bags of lights, tinsel, garland, and ornaments around the room. Jake and Ezekiel grunted, finishing standing the tree upright along the wall, as Cassandra grinned, and bounded towards you with a silver garland in one hand, and a white and red striped cup in the other.

“Decorating! It’s almost Christmas! This is for you,” she said, handing you the cup, before wrapping the garland around your shoulders, and bouncing back to the table. You blinked at her, and then glanced down at the cocoa in your hand, before glancing back up, and smirking.

“No more coffee for Cassandra. I thought we already agreed on that.” She turned around, and stuck out her tongue, pulling a laugh from your throat as you sipped your cocoa. “Thank you, for this. Okay…so what can I help with?”

“You can help Jones decorate the tree – Cassie and I gotta go get wrapping paper and tape, so we can start wrapping gifts,” Stone answered, already pulling on his coat.

“I don’t need any, all my gifts are wrapped,” you told him, sipping your drink. You could feel them staring at you, and you lifted your eyes, shrugging. “What?”

“Already wrapped?” Cassandra asked.

“I get my Christmas shopping done through the year. I might not completely remember which package is which, but I do have a list of everything I’ve bought, and every package is marked with a name. So. My gifts are all wrapped.” Cassandra grinned, but nodded, and followed Jake out as you grabbed a box of ornaments, and shuffled towards Jones.

“So…” he started, staring at the tree. You smirked, rolling your eyes, as you put your cup down and grabbed a box of lights.

“I am not going to tell you what I got you, Jones, that would ruin the surprise.” He huffed, but you couldn’t help smiling as he helped you wrap the lights around the tree.

“We literally have access to all this magic, and we’re decorating the old-fashioned way. I mean, they make trees pre-lit! Why the work?” You cocked your head, glancing at him, and shrugged a little.

“It’s supposed to be fun, and to help people feel close because they have to work together to decorate the tree.” Jones paused, slowly turning to see you, and you fought the laugh on your tongue as your shrugged. “Or some crap like that, I don’t know, I always decorate the tree alone.” He snorted, then, pushing his hair off his forehead.

               The lights went on first, easily enough, but then you thrust a box of ornaments at Jones, grinning as he squawked.

“Stop staring at the tree like it’s offending you, and put the ornaments on…or no gift.”

“Decorating!” he promised, helping you hang things up. You snickered a little, plucking the little holiday-themed ornaments, as opposed to the simple orbs, out of your box to hang, not realizing Jones was glancing over at you as you both worked. “So…you always decorated alone?” You hesitated, eyes flickering towards him, before shrugging a little.

“Yeah…” You weren’t sure, really, if you had wanted to share a lot of your personal self with the LITs, or anyone else you were now living with, but this group of oddly matched beings, whether you admitted it much or not, were your family, and you knew it was probably important to share some things. “…when I was eight, a week before Christmas, I started asking about the tree, about decorations. I could…see them, in other people’s homes and windows…my dad finally gave me the box of stuff, and a little tree, and told me to knock myself out. It…was like that every year, after that. I was the only one who asked. So every year, I put up the tree, the lights, the ornaments, and I wrapped the gifts to go underneath…and every year, I pulled everything down and packed it away again.”

               The box was heavy in your hands, even knowing you had been plucking the decorations out as you rounded the tree, and you knew that was in your head, the ridiculous weight of your Christmas story.

“Mom used to tell me, before their divorce, that…on Christmas, you were with the people you love. And no matter how far apart you were, when the tree went up, covered in lights and decorations, it was like a little beacon to the ones you love, if you couldn’t go be with them.”

Jones reached out, patting your arm, before pulling the conversation to a tale about some artifact he’d stolen during the holiday season before he stole from your museum, something that just made you laugh and lit up your features. But you just had a hard time pulling yourself back out of those thoughts, and how much you missed your mom, even once Stone and Cassandra had returned, wrapping paper and tape in their hands.

               The tree was gorgeous, really, once you had come down from placing the star at the top. The four of you stood, admiring the glowing object in the corner, before Jones opened his arms to it.

“You know, Y/N, we have a magical door, can take you anywhere you want to go,” he pointed out, motioning over to it. “So this doesn’t just have to be a beacon for you. You should go on, be with the ones you love.” You were a little startled as you turned your attention to see him, but you could feel the blush burn at your face as you looked over at the door, and sighed. Yes, you missed your mom. Yes, you would love to see her. But, in a way you couldn’t figure out how to explain, you missed the mom you had when you were eight, nine, not the woman your mom had become in the years since. Instead, you shook your head, reaching over to nudge his shoulder.

“Ezekiel Jones, I don’t need to go anywhere. The ones I love…are right here.” Cassandra’s hug was immediate, and Jake hugged you lightly, but Ezekiel stood beside you, staring at you in mild surprise, before a smile tugged at his features.

“Well, of course you love us, we’re the best.” Leave it to Jones, to go for the joke. But he hooked an arm around your shoulders, peering up at the tree as you leaned into his side.

“Merry Christmas, Ezekiel Jones.”

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

[punkpoemprose]

Lovelier Than Ever

Oneshot Universe: Canon Rating: G (General Audiences) Length: 1335 words

A/N: @kristannafever you said your favorite tropes were “married Kristanna with babies and all the romantic fluffy stuff”! So here’s a little fic about Kristoff and Anna being disgustingly happily married with a daughter. I should mention that this idea did come from a fanart from another fandom that I love! I thought you might like this idea as much as I do!

A very merry unbirthday to you!

Anna hadn’t known what to expect when she opened the door to the nursery in the middle of the afternoon.  Perhaps a maid doing some sweeping, her daughter playing with her dolls or being read a story. She certainly wasn’t expecting her husband, much less her husband with a hairbrush and a pile of ribbons doing their daughter’s hair.

There was no maid in sight and Anna wondered whether Kristoff had sent her off for the evening. They both did so often as unlike Anna who had been mostly cared for by a nursemaid or governess until her teen years, they had wanted Lilly to grow up cared for by her parents directly. They mainly employed help in an occasional babysitting capacity when they were both busy working at the same time and even more so beyond that because it was what was expected. Having a caretaker for Lilly on staff meant that no one asked too many questions or called their daughter spoiled for all her parental attention.

Not that she wasn’t spoiled of course, it just wasn’t on anyone’s radar. Kristoff doted on her terribly and Anna only had a touch more of a backbone than he did when it came to their daughter. He could be the disciplinarian when he needed to be, but it was just a fact of nature that their daughter’s doe eyes could get her out of almost anything. It reminded Anna of herself when she was small, which explained why Aunt Elsa was also constantly melted by her smile.

“Mama!”

Anna smiled and bumped the door closed behind her.

“Hey sunshine!”

Kristoff gave her a shy smile as she walked over to them and settled down on the floor with them, getting a better view of what exactly they’d been up to without her. It certainly looked like fun to say the least. Far more fun than the meeting she’d just been released from about the upcoming solstice celebration.

“Oh my!” Anna said, looking at their daughter’s hair put up in the messiest braids she’d ever seen in her entire life. She had about five different colors of ribbons tied in it as well, none of which were lying flat at all. “Don’t you look pretty!”

Lilly beamed just as Kristoff shot her the most sheepish look she’d ever seen him manage, and she’d seen him look very sheepish in the past. It was a look of “I tried my best”, and Anna grinned broadly.

“Me next!” Anna said, shifting herself to Kristoff’s side and opening her arms so that Lilly could scramble into her lap. She was already excitedly telling her about how her Papa had let her pick all the ribbons that she had wanted and how he didn’t tug on her hair like her governess did when she braided her hair. And she was talking about what her dolls had done when she felt Kristoff shift closer to her.

“Oh wow they went on an adventure, huh?” she said pressing a kiss to the top of her little head.

With all the glee and excitement a three year old could muster she could agree, and then ambled off her mother’s lap and across the room to continue playing with her dolls. She had three. Two that had been Anna and Elsa’s growing up, and a third made in the same fashion that looked like her, messy blonde hair and all.

“You’re kidding right?” Kristoff murmured into her ear, “You saw what I did to your daughter.”

“I did,” Anna said, snuggling into his front as he wrapped his arms around her, “And no, I’m not joking. In fact I thought a new look may be in order for supper.”

He groaned, but she knew he was only teasing. His lips were already moving to her neck and Anna melted into him as she watched their daughter playing. In one hand she was holding her “Auntie Elsa doll”, and in the other was her “me doll”. They were talking about something important Anna was sure, and she didn’t feel bad about her doll not being played with. Anna knew that her “Mama doll” was her favorite, and she always liked very much to see her holding it over her little heart when she was put to bed for the night.

Lilly would be four years old very soon and it made Anna smile to have these moments with her family. Her baby was still a baby and her husband was taking down her hair with gentle hands. She loved their little family, and their quiet moments alone away from the world outside their window.

They’d been trying to add another member as of late, and while she couldn’t prove it, she had a feeling that they might have succeeded. In a week or two she would call the doctor just to be safe, but she had a feeling that Kristoff was aware of her feeling. They were hoping for a boy, they’d said as much when they started trying, but she knew that they’d both be perfectly happy with any healthy baby.

His fingers were carding through her hair and she leaned into his touch, closing her eyes for a moment so that her focus was on the feeling and the mixed sound of his breathing and their daughter chattering with her dolls. It was like her own personal corner of heaven on earth.

“There won’t be any important guests at dinner I should make you extra pretty for is there?” he asked, a barely disguised chuckle following his words.

“Oh yes, of course. Elsa will be there, and I really want her to see your best work.”

Her hands, that had been settled in her own lap, moved back to rest against his thighs. She giggled when he pressed a kiss to her part. She’d never remembered her parents being so “lovey dovey” together when she was young, but she wanted to make sure that Lilly knew every single day that her Mama and Papa loved each other, and that they loved her too. Kristoff had been more than happy to hug and kiss both his girls every day, just to be sure that the message was clear.

“She’s going to give you such a look when you walk in,” he said as he worked with her hair. His fingers were big and while she knew that they were well suited to fine work, he’d never quite mastered the art of braiding hair. Anna was sure that she already had bumps and little tufts of hair poking every which way. It was nice, she thought, that he went along with her silliness. It was one of the hundreds of reasons why she loved him so much.

“I know she’ll be so jealous! I’ll never share my hairdresser with her though. Maybe he can help her with her business with the kingdom, but only my daughter and I should look this lovely.”

He ducked his head around her side, his fingers still in her hair, so that she would look at him. He was smiling and she was too. She wasn’t surprised when he kissed her gently and lingered.

“I don’t know that I’m of any help, but you are lovely, you both are. You’re as lovely as the day I met you.”

He kissed her again, and Anna kissed him back. It always felt like she was well and truly home when he kissed her slow. It reminded her that they could take a moment to breathe, that they were exactly where they needed to be.

“When you met me I’d fallen down a slope and was a few moments away from hypothermia,” she reminded him with a shake of her head and a smile.

“Well I’m replicating the hairstyle.”

They laughed, and when they went to dinner together, holding their daughter’s hands between them, Anna noticed several very jealous looks from the staff. She told Lilly it was because of their beautiful hair.

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Unique Calamity - 방탄소년단 (BTS) x Reader {Best Friends} [Angst Oneshot]

더 나은 세상을 만들고 꿈을 이루십시오.

"안녕!" You smiled softly at the screen in front of you. The gentle glow of the computer seemed to caress you with fluttering rays of light.

It's been nearly 1 year since you've met BTS and became their best friend.

Nearly 3 years that you've had that one dream.

Nearly 2 months since you've quietly anchored your feelings within your heart.

But that's not the best place to begin, is it? Let's start from the very beginning. The beginning of a treacherous journey.

~XX, XX, 20XX~ {Reader's POV}

It started a couple years ago. Three, to be exact. It was hard to believe that perhaps just a couple of months before that time, I had absolutely no idea who BTS were. It just so happened that one day, a kpop fanatic decided to ask me who was the most attractive in the group.

"So...the one that's the most good-looking?" I quirked an eyebrow.

Was it normal to simply stalk boybands and stuff? This...was weird.

"Yeah, I guess." The Korean girl shifted in her seat next to me, adjusting the computer screen to avoid the Bio teacher's eyes.

I halfheartedly scanned the seven-member boyband.

'What the heck...they're all the freaking same.' I bitterly thought. 'Didn't she say Taehyung was hers? Man, that's not creepy at all...so maybe I should choose someone else to make sure she doesn't get mad at me or something...'

I awkwardly coughed and pointed to the male standing next to Taehyung. "Uh, this guy? I-I guess?"

To be completely honest, I didn't care about the looks of the boyband. Sure, I suppose they were good looking, but if they had talent and golden hearts, that's when I'd join the fandom. And even then, I could barely think of myself of a fan. More like...an awkward admirer...

The girl grinned and 'mm'ed. "So you think Jungkook looks the best?"

"Y-yeah!"

'Who even is this...I can barely tell the difference...' I thought, eyes swirling in confusion.

Before I could get a grasp on the current situation, the bell rang and the class quickly dispersed. However, I was curious to find out what the fuss was about.

~Afterschool that day~

"BTS....BTS BTS BTS..." I muttered softly to myself as I searched the Internet. "Ah...7-members...Korean boyband....ok..."

To my surprise, the rest of the day was spent in attempting to figure out the difference between Jungkook and Taehyung. That was successful, and soon I had gotten intrigued in their music, personalities, and overall presence.

~Fast-forward a couple of months~

Eventually, I had gotten hooked on the Korean boyband. Something was so...different about them. Kpop was generally an enjoyable genre; you either hate it or love it. While it's quite rare to find fans that think of kpop as another music genre and kpop idols as normal human beings, it was also quite rare to see such open idols and such a pure company.

It sparked something within me. I couldn't pinpoint why or how, but I felt that I had found...a purpose. A sudden purpose that I needed to fulfill. No matter how long it took.

I wanted to be BTS's friend. I wanted to support them by becoming an affiliate of their company, sponsoring them and creating a larger budget, and simply...do what I could as, not their "fan", but their friend.

Of course, that purpose had its drawbacks. I began mentally beating myself up, constantly repeating that this was unrealistic, selfish, and completely unnecessary. I got scared that I couldn't achieve the dream. I got scared that even if I was successful, I would be hated. I was scared that the members would be in the military before I had a chance to approach them.

And most of all, I was scared of being selfish.

Self-deprecation. That was the only thing on my mind everyday and every minute. I tore myself down and mentally bullied myself for having such thoughts. And yet, with every minute, the urge to achieve that dream grew stronger. And with that, the hate within myself, for myself, grew bigger.

This process continued every single day. I wished for things to move faster, I wished for the steps in my dream to be easier.

But a few years later, through every hardship and difficult time, I had finally achieved my dream. I had met the band by attending Kcon and performing, my Youtube fans being incredibly loyal and supportive. Backstage, I had seen them and casually talked, and...oddly enough, they seemed to sense something different within me as well.

When Kcon ended, the band didn't leave without giving me their contact information.  I had confessed my dream and to my utter surprise and slight humiliation, they were ecstatic. I would have cried on the spot if it wasn't for my stubbornness.

Fast forward a few months, and I had become their best friend. Hallelujah, I had taken up Korean as a child, and had decided to study abroad at Yonsei University. The time BTS and I had spent together grew longer and pleasant.

I had fun messing with the members.

I played dress-up with Jin.

I showed my swag side to Suga.

I rapped alongside Rapmon.

I danced and goofed around with Jhope.

I got teased because of my height with Jimin.

I acted weird and confusing with V.

I sang duets and wrestled with Jungkook.

All these things were the very things that kept me alive. They reminded me that I was not only supporting an amazing kpop group and company, I was also creating a better world through my other projects. All was well until a day I never assumed would come.

Because of me, BTS grew closer to new people of status and received better friends because of their experience with me. They learned how to open up and be friendlier; they made good friends and exchanged numbers within minutes. They created friend groups that soon didn't include me.

I had to come to the ultimate conclusion that...I was no longer their best friend. I was forgotten and once again, my friends and loved ones left me.

I shouldn't be too surprised, right? Maybe I should've seen this coming. Maybe it's me at fault.

Maybe I have a bad personality.

Maybe they don't enjoy my friendship anymore.

Maybe they've gotten bored with just me.

Maybe I'm not unique anymore.

Maybe I'm not...good enough.

That's it. I 'm not good enough. That was the reason for the other times, wasn't it? Yeah..

Soon, I decided to speak to Jimin about my troubles. Jimin was the comforter for BTS; I was Jimin's comforter. Even so, he found ways to comfort me even when I was comforting him.

"Jimin?" I knocked gently on his door.

Jimin mumbled a 'yeah' and shuffled to open aforementioned door. He gazed at me for a second, as if confused. Snapping out of his trance, he pulled me inside and shut the door. Scanning my nearly weeping face, he sat me down on his bed.

"What's wrong?" His face clouded with concern. It was hard not to scoff.

Words refused to escape my mouth. They would only bring trouble. However, I forced myself to say something. "Jimin...am I not good enough?"

That simple question dragged my tears out of my eyes, dripping like melancholic raindrops down my cheeks. It seemed to destroy his heart as well.

"What do you mean? Of course you're good enough! Did someone hurt you? Did you have a boyfriend and not tell us? Did he break up with you? Oh my go-"

I shook my head at the last question furiously. Jimin shut his mouth and scooped me into his arms in a brotherly hug.

"You have more friends, Jimin...it's like I'm not unique anymore...I'm not your best friend anymore...I'm so selfish...I wish I was the only one who could make you guys smile like that..." I sniffed and clenched my fists in anger.

Jimin's heart skipped a beat and his mouth curved into a frown. This was the reason you looked like a destroyed puppy? He was terribly upset.

"(Y/n)...hey, no...you're still special, you're our best friend...don't think like that..." Jimin was quick to disagree.

The night went on with Jimin and I talking our hearts out, and by the early morning, I felt better and relaxed. I ended up heading out to class the next morning while the boys hung out alone, and I trusted myself not to be selfish with BTS again. They were allowed to have good friends, of course. It's simply selfish to wish I was their "bestest" friend.

The day went on like normal; classes, lunch, and soon another school day was over. Especially so, the term for university was over and I had officially finished my second year of university.

The afternoon seemed decent as I trekked on to BTS' dorm.

"Hey guys I bought some 떡, let's eat-"

My jaw went slack as I witnessed BTS fawning over another girl around my age. With an awkward cough, I gazed at the girl giggling. The group didn't even notice me, and I left the food on the table.

"Excuse me..." I shyly called out. Social anxiety was taking over at the wrong time.

The girl looked up and blushed at the sight of someone watching her. I held in a gag and watched BTS mumble excuses and saying that "they weren't that close".

I shook my head slowly and tuned out the laughing and joking around. It hurt to see that my best friends had already found better and bigger groups of friends. The group didn't even notice my retreating form into the shared room of Jungkook and I. Being closest in age with the maknae made the relationship between the two of us quite stable, that is, until now.

Feeling the urge to run, I quickly began packing my suitcase and didn't notice the presence of Jimin approach me.

"(Y/n)..."

I yelped in surprise and acquired a martial arts pose. Seeing that it was Jimin, I let out a resigned sigh and dropped my arms.

"What?" My response sounded harsher than expected.

Jimin let out an exasperated sigh, as if I had been causing trouble. "You know what. I told you, you're our best friend."

"Mhm."

I needed to run. I didn't know where. But I did. I quickly tried to run past Jimin but his agility and speed caught me off guard. He gripped my arm harshly and I nearly yelled in pain.

His eyebrows crumpled in confusion and suddenly his eyes widened. I turned away in fear as he pushed up the sleeve of my sweatshirt.

Laying there were 5 cuts. There were some fresh ones and some not so fresh ones. But they all meant the same thing.

"(Y/n), no no no no, why?!" Jimin's voice cracked and pain and it was hard not to pull away from him and run.

"Jimin, you know why. I didn't know what else to do. You don't know what goes on in my life besides you guys too."

The male simply stared in sadness and at the moment of weakness, I bolted out of the dorm, refusing to look at the other 6 members on the couch.

I heard yelling and shouting, and within seconds, BTS was running right after me. I looked back for a moment before carelessly crossing the street.

Cliche, right? Exactly.

I couldn't see the car coming straight for me.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

I couldn't move, feel, or see anything. However, my ears seemed to work just fine.

The last thing I remembered was BTS singing.

"Thank you for letting me be me. Your unique calamity saves me."

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP-

[cjoat-boost]

During my mental break, I’ve been trying to recover from a traumatic experience that occurred last month…I probably won’t be venting about my life anytime soon. But it is really messed up. Anywho, been resting, practicing mindfulness, my period came on, so I’ve been trying to control my temper, etc. 

But here’s an update, I did some more artwork. I’m going to give you that today. I’m going to recommend a few apps, youtube channels, and show off some artists and musicians, in this post. I’ll also mention some servers for you guys to join. In also munching on some organic cinnamon bears by the Wholesome brand. You can’t beat them. 

Apps I use on my phone!

Here’s some apps I use in my everyday life. Some you have to pay a little more for but it’s definitely worth it.

Triller | https://apps.apple.com/us/app/triller-social-video-platform/id994905763 | Personally I have not tried This. But since a TikTok is getting banned in the US and China, I thought well, might try this out. Despite TikTok’s racism and shadowbanning, I liked making small little clips. No matter how embarrassing it is. So give it a try you never know.

Polarr | https://apps.apple.com/us/app/polarr-photo-editor/id988173374 | Okay. I had to include this app into this list. Y’know? This is my favorite photo editing program. It’s simple, it’s sleek, and it’s so fun to mess around with stuff in your photos. I never knew this great of an app exists a year ago? You can add effects, get rid of some unwanted features, or just do a simple touch up. It’s available on the computer, and tablet and phone.

Telegram | https://apps.apple.com/us/app/telegram-messenger/id686449807 | it’s a messenger app. Yes. I know. But! Hear me out! You can set it up to have this so password protected. It encrypts all of your conversations. You get all kinds of stickers to include in your conversations. Honestly? It’s fun, interactive, and safe from unwanted eyes. 

Notebloc | https://apps.apple.com/us/app/notebloc/id1077023687 | oh my gosh what can you do. It’s a free app. With premium scanning capabilities, at no cost to you. It’s amazing to be honest I believe it’s better than Evernote. Just give it a shot.

YouTube channels I watch!

Here’s a list of YouTube channels I highly recommend for a good laugh, interesting fun, SpeedPaints, gameplay, etc.

Jacksepticeye | premium content. Amazing. Loud voice. Beautiful and happy man. Plays many video games, has a lot of reactions, it’s beautiful honestly. Watch his videos.Neebs Gaming | My favorite series on this channel (and I’m currently listening to) is his Subnautica series. It is absolutely hilarious. It’s great. This guy(s) turned this game and made a video show out of it, it’s so laughable. I love it. 

Adrian Von Ziegler | Beautiful channel, perfect inspiration music. D&D campaign music! And taking Celtic Music back to its roots. Oh my gosh it’s absolutely amazing.

Penny Jacobson | Held by our very own CJOAT social media manager! Show her some support, please she’s trying her best.

Epic Meal Time | These guys are absolutely insane. Don’t know how to cook, but made the best cooking show on YouTube (in my opinion) oh but seriously, if you want diabetes for your eyes? This is perfect for you.

Mark Haynes | BEST DANG PIXELATED ANIMATED SHOW EVER. SUPER MARIO BROS Z! WATCH IT! IT’S BEAUTIFUL HOLY CRAP IT HAD ME HOOKED.

Sprocket Tech | Okay I cant help it, this channel reached 40 subscribers as of this week. 1 active commenter, things are absolutely gravy. If you could show some love to the speedpaints and other playlists made in this channel… it would be amazing. Youtube is special but yknow? We’re trying.

Discord Servers to join!

Here’s a list of servers I’m in, and I watch you to take part in. It’ll be amazing if you showered them in support.

UNDERTALE ROLEPLAY Server | Universal Server Invite | https://discord.gg/PQdJX5n

Creator’s Museum: Do you specialize in any of the creativities of arts, (meaning you Create something no matter how long ago or how bad or good you think it is) | Do you need support from others or a place to network? | Do you want to dump all of your stuff in a Safe and friendly place? | Do you have a fandom or two to share? | And most of all, want something to entertain you while you’re bored | Creator’s Museum is the one server for you! We are a community that advertises and supports our members, we’re honest, sweet, trustworthy, empowering fandoms, being allowed to express ourselves, and just giving each other some attention! Got a server you want to gorge? We’ll partner with you. For the entire month of December every year, as soon as you join, you get a gallery of your own to dump everything you want in. For the rest of the year, you get your gallery if you stay two weeks. We have tourneys, and challenges, and some extra Notification ping friendly action. come in and say hi, dump as you please, and make a friend or two! | https://discord.gg/amWDkyz

My Art Currently As on Pride Month 2020!

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Medieval Ref

Glowing Eye (Black Lives Matter)

(ᴇʀᴢᴀʜʟᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ĐɆⱤ₳₦₲ɆĐ#2276‘s Character) Erzahler (my Art Though)

Baby Medieval (Thank RedKammy on Twitter for the F2U Lineart)

Chymrali’s Small Body Compared to Her Large Wingspan

Chymrali Catching Dreisig

Fire Practice

3D Filter Practice

I’m Sorry (Soul Update)

Dawn (Halo’s Character) & Graffonti (My Character) Ship Child

Michael & Grillby’s Ship Child

Rebelle Missing His Special Someone

Black Lives Matter Mask

Rebelle’s Soul (Crap I spelled his name wrong)

Post-Birthday Rebelle (21 years old As of June 30th)

Comet! FtM Space Dazzler

Rebelle Flexing In Space

Nilla da Beana

Mystic Anthromorphic Rabbit

Human Form turned into Medieval

EDIT: Okay! So after my art getting called demonic and a severe psychosis breakdown; PLUS, a motivational religious talk from my biggest supporter, my mother, Kelli Wise. Love you, Meema! I decided to completely disregard what my grandmother and my uncle said about my art, and continue posting what I love to draw. Especially since I’m on Art Fight! Can’t be feeling down and below, since my art needs to and is constantly improving. So below I’m going to show my Art Fight Identification Card for 2020! And the Art Pieces I’ve been doing there and recently as of July!

So far I have over 520 points! Come and attack me! I dare you!

Just Child Me, checking in on you.

After I vented for a bit, my close friends sent comfort, jokes, and love my way. I love those guys.

Just my skeleton form in bitty form.

This is the symbol for my character, Chymrali.

Galaxy Swirl Nightmare

OwO Slime

This was my first art attack. While I am not proud of it, I’m still glad this is what set me off.

Pfffhehehehe a certain couple “broke” when they saw this. They loved him, and they both loved the art.

She liked this one. ^^ This was my second art attack.

This was my third art attack. Even though I didn’t get any into for it, I got the Grace of meeting a Parody of James Bond.

Another D&D character! I love drawing Drows. They’re just so fun to draw and colour without going full on black and white.

This was @Fluffaros two characters! I hope they become canon. They haven’t confessed but i hope they do.

This was an attack on Team Spice’s MissOccult. (She loved it btw.)

This was an exact scene from Doldrum’s campaign.

I was thinking about my pup, Shy, may she Rest In Peace. I created this in her memory.

MissOccult attacked me back with beautiful art!! So I attacked her back in revenge (more like love) with another character she loved.

This is an improvement of some of my previous attacks!

This was just practice drawing honey. Could be better but you know.

this could possibly be my first lineless art piece. I’m surprised it turned out so well.

I loved messing with the blues on this piece. It was very fun to do. Also YAY FIRST SUCCESSFUL BACKGROUND! Probably not first but you know.

Trust me, their character design looked a lot better when Vmii did it. But I’m just glad I could throw in a throwback piece for the background.

Was listening to Clarity as I made this caption. I think it impacted the art. It’s nice to pair with the piece.

BEST PIECE BY FAR! I’m so proud of this.

Certainly not the best but not my worst either. But Grandmother seems to like this one.

Girasol Guerrero Sirena Princesa Gianna

…No comment on this one…it brings back pain.

I’m black in America, fighting for our rights to be here in unity and empathy.

Kitten…Be Safe…

Intermission From Life During my mental break, I’ve been trying to recover from a traumatic experience that occurred last month...I probably won’t be venting about my life anytime soon.