#Someone reblogged my other art with this one in the reply but with my signature cut out

[cha080525]

[lunarphoria]

☽ introduction post ☾

This is just gonna be a little introduction since i started to be a little more active on here and i want to try to keep my account as clear & organized as possible!

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- 🌙 my name is Phoebe ^^

- 🌙 my pronouns are she✦her✦hers

- 🌙 i'm an aroace sapphic

- 🌙 i'm a teenage girl from europe , specifically germany ( so please excuse any minor spelling mistakes :') )

- 🌙 i'm a hellenic polytheist ( I'm still pretty new to the practice & keen on learning! )

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- જ⁀➴ devoted to :

- 🌒 lady selene ; my matron , titaness , goddess & personification of the moon 🌘 ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆𓆩☾𓆪

- 🦌 lady artemis ; goddess of virginity, the hunt & the wilderness 🪶 ⁀➴ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓆱

- જ⁀➴ worshipping :

- 🕊️ lady aphrodite ; goddess of love , beauty & pleasure 🐚 ・❥・° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .𓆩♡𓆪

- 🗡️ lord ares ; god of war , courage & civil order 🛡️ ␥•—⟪=====> ⛏ ⛉

- ☀️ lord helios ; titan , god & personification of the sun ☀️ ⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ☀︎｡ ⋆｡

- 🌅 lady eos ; titaness , goddess & personification of the dawn 🌄 ❀.• *₊°。❀°。

( note : as a hellenic polytheist I worship & honor the entirety of the hellenic pantheon, these are just the ones i mention the most <33 )

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- 🌙 on this account, i mainly want to share my experiences with hellenic polytheism , share my art and get to know other people ! ( Little heads up , some of my art will include artistic, non sexual nudity, but I'll always give a warning in case someone is uncomfortable with it ^^)

- 🌙 my dms are always open in case anyone would like to chat ! i do struggle with communication quite a bit but i promise i'll try my absolute best !

- 🌙 i'd really appreciate the use of tone indicators , as I often have trouble deciphering the authenticity of statements and how serious they are meant to be taken. Please be patient with me <3

- 🌙 i also have an account on cara & instagram , both are @ lunarphoria :3

(by the way , don't be confused, you can still see my old signature ( @ lunardewdrops ) in my art posts , I tend to change my username from time to time )

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-જ⁀➴ my interests :

- 🌙 paintings , sculptures & art

- 🌙 books & poetry

- 🌙 greco-roman mythology & classical religion

- 🌙 nature & wildlife

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- જ⁀➴ my personal tags :

- # ☾ ⋆*･ﾟphoebe's art 🌙 ➛ i use this one for my own art

- # ☾ ⋆*･ﾟphoebe's thoughts 🌌 ➛ i use this one for when i want to share my thoughts or experiences

- # ☾ ⋆*･ﾟphoebe's WIPs 🌛 ➛ i use this one for unfinished art, colored sketches and/or work that's still in process

- # ☾ ⋆*･ﾟphoebe's asks ☀️ ➛ i use this one for my replies to asks I get

- # ☾ ⋆*･ﾟphoebe's art inspiration 🌕 ➛ I use this one for reblogs of art I like and find inspiring

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- જ⁀➴ DNI :

- 🌙 This should go without saying, but my blog is no place for hatred or bigotry of any kind. This includes Homophobia & Transphobia , Racism , Misogyny & all of the usual DNI criteria.

- 🌙 Please also refrain from overly sexual behavior, jokes ect . It makes me extremely uncomfortable and is triggering to me , same with depictions & descriptions of violence in any way .

- 🌙 this is a religious blog !! I don't want nor tolerate any disrespectful behavior towards my deities , especially from people who see Greek Mythology as just a silly little fandom. Please be kind and respectful towards my religion :)

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i'd say that's about it for now ! thank you so much for reading my little introduction post ! i'm really excited to learn & connect more with the gods , befriend new people & take you with me on my journey ♡ khaire !

( divider made by me ! ♡ )

[sotwk]

SotWK's July Celebration: "Tolkien eGifts" for your Ask Boxes

July is my birthday month, and the first one I'm celebrating on Tumblr. In appreciation of my Followers, I would like to use this occasion to give something to the Tolkien fandom community and spread some cheer throughout the site.

I've been working with the wonderful artist @baek-art, who has created some gorgeous Tolkien character commissions. I used her art to then make what I decided to call "Tolkien eGifts".

What is a Tolkien eGift?

It is an eCard sent from one person to another via Tumblr Ask Box as a gesture of care and love. Each card has its own LOTR character and "gift" that character brings, representing a wish for the recipient (e.g. health, joy, comfort).

How is a Tolkien eGift used?

I will kick things off by sending these eGifts to some of my Mutuals, and I hope everyone will help me get the ball rolling from there. It takes a community to spread love around!

If/When you receive an eGift in your Box, please feel free to save the image, stick it in a new Ask message, and SEND IT ALONG to someone else's Ask Box. You can even do it on Anon if you're shy!

Please don't forget to reply to your eGift and thank your sender for their thoughtfulness. (Answering an Ask does not count as "reposting", so don't worry!) This helps make the eGifts visible and accessible for others to use.

Send Tolkien eGifts to as many friends/mutuals/strangers as you like, Tolkien fan or not! Send it on its own or add a little personalized message from you. Add a fic rec, a recipe, a sonnet, song lyrics, get creative!

A few important notes regarding use:

Even if you don't receive an eGift directly in your Ask Box (though I hope you do!), you can still save the image from any answered Ask you see and send it to others. This is totally okay!

Please do not use the Tolkien eGifts to make new blog posts. These are meant to be exchanged via Tumblr Ask Boxes as personal notes, not as new posts for your own blog (aka reposting vs reblogging).

While I understand it's probably impossible to police this, please try to keep the eGifts on Tumblr only, to help prevent the misuse/stealing of the artist's work.

Credit to me or the artist baek-art is not necessary. We have already put our signatures/names on the eGift itself, and that suffices.

Please do not alter/edit the eGift cards or the artwork for your own purposes.

Most importantly: have fun and enjoy the gifts!

[arcticsilver]

NEW BIG BOY INTRO

How many I'll do? That's for time to decide

Information

Hello, Hi, I'm Silver! Silly little artist guy that is constantly creating! I cosplay, draw, write, game, and more! I'm 19 and taken by my wonderful honey biscuit @its-fucking-draggo

Dos!

Interact in any way you feel comfortable! I'm not much for learning algorithms so if it gets out to you and you enjoy, that's all I hope for.

Feel free to redraw my designs! I love seeing interpretations however I do ask you credit me ^^;

Be kind, I'm fairly sensitive to negative comments however I don't mind criticism as long as you state that beforehand!

Use tone tags! If the tone is questionable, use tone tags

/j(joke)

/srs(serious)

/gen(genuine)

/pos(positive)

/neg(negative)

/lh(light hearted)

Credit me when showing my work! This also means don't use it for AI or you may have an unpleasant surprise...

Don'ts

Steal my work! Obviously dont edit out my signature(i sometimes forget so if you notice theres no "JJ Art" signature let me know please) and if I was an inspiration in writing or cosplay please credit me!

Don't bring up shit about CC!Wilbur/William, I'm fairly triggered by it because I'm a S/A Survivor to someone who used manipulation to keep me quiet

If you know where I live due to being a fellow cosplayer, please for the love of fuck don't dox my exact location(I do constantly state I'm a Texan critter so that's fine)

Do not color over my work to make it some other character or make fun of the character used in a /gen/neg way... I know this sounds silly but I've seen this happen to other artists and it's very disrespectful to the work they've put into it

Don't compare my work to yours(if you're an artist, cosplayer, or writer) whether your more or less experienced, I do not want to hear anything negative about your work or mine in that sense, as said before, critiques are fine but do not give criticism that cannot be fixed.

Taglist cus I also need a reminder to use them and what I had set for them

#my love <3 is @its-fucking-draggo

#CatGoBrr is @cats-thoughts

#ryemacncheeze is @ryemackerel

#ChocoStarMilk is @starrixle

#septiccesarsalad is @septic-salad

#vinegarjesus is @someone-named-rod

#pastelcucurucho is @pastelpurpled

#emilibrarian is @emi-writings

#jaybringsjoy is @jayysnotjoyful

#lilwarvet is my cat Mei Mei

#lilshitpooper is my cat Pearl

#weirdlookinsquirrel is my cat Susu

#hotdogdoggo is my dog Piper

#jaysmp - a silly little smp I'm on :3

#anon - will be used for anonymous asks or requests

#reply! - is for user asks or requests

#ArcticSilver / #art / #animation / #writing - Past works may or may not be actually what they are because but should be finished works in the future

#art help / #animation help / #writing help - I use it for helping me decide how I'm gonna get there but in the past I've used the ones above ^^;

#personal reblog - something i want y'all to look at again that's already on this blog or look at that was posted on my reblog account

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[arachnixe]

I want to respond to this because I think your heart is in the right place, but you may be taking this post as broader advice than I intended. Sorry for the increasingly long essays.

Worth clarifying that the subject that inspired my post is a reaction or meme image transcribed by someone who didn't post the image. I think there's nuance here about how much detail and what kind is expected depending on context.

Like, an original art work has much more intent going on than a simple meme or reaction image or cat photo, you know? Some pieces of art have a stunning amount of interesting detail everywhere, all of which contribute to the viewer's experience of the picture, so leaving *any* of it out seems to result in a lesser experience for someone reading a text description, right? And if you're the artist, you're that much closer to the art and you value all those little details too, so it's hard to figure out where to draw the line.

Reaction images, memes, and the like are pretty clear. Graphs and academic figures also have very specific guidance. But it's a little muddier for art, and I...don't actually have any clear rules to offer personally. I'm not an expert in the field. I don't rely on image captions in the way I do audio captions. I've read some articles describing best practices, and I've talked to friends who rely on these image captions, but it seems like there's conflicting views here.

On one end of the spectrum there's the folks who say "keep it to just enough description I can understand what the conversation is about." So a piece of In Stars And Time fan art might read "Siffrin and Loop hug each other, crying." Right there, that's plenty for someone to understand the comments/replies/reblogs about the image. Yes, that means they're missing out on all the cool little details, but you have to accept that no amount of description is going to perfectly replicate the experience of your art in another medium.

On the other end of the spectrum is folks who'd like to see more of the emotional impact of the piece come through in the description, and they don't mind reading something slightly longer. They'd like it to read maybe, "Siffrin clings to Loop, tears streaming down his face, looking desperate and lost. Loop holds him awkwardly, wearing an expression of pity. Sunlight breaks through the leaves of the tree they stand under, illuminating the two in a way that evokes a spotlight on a stage." Here I've introduced more descriptive prose and selected a few details that are emotionally significant and symbolic. This one is harder to do than the other and not everyone even wants this, so if this isn't your skillset, just keep it brief like the example before. (But also you should still keep this one brief! You don't need paragraphs of descriptive text!)

One thing basically nobody wants is something I see pretty often around here: a mindless description that catalogues every detail, no matter how big or small, with zero interpretation. Like, "A picture of a tree with leaves on it in a sketchy style. Everything is in black and white and gray. There are 12 leaves on the ground. The trunk has a knot on it. One character is wearing a white cloak and a white hat and has an eyepatch and boots. They are hugging a character that has a glowing spiky head and two eyes that are different shades of gray. Both of them have tears on their face. There are beams of light coming down from the top of the picture and a circle of light around the two characters. The bottom of the picture is dark. The top of the picture is also dark except for the parts near the beams of light. The artist's signature is in the bottom right. It is in red and circled and hard to read."

You should not be trying to help someone construct a perfect replica of an image in their mind palace.

I swear some of you must be captioning images poorly on purpose. Either that or Tumblr's piss-poor media literacy extends so far that people genuinely believe mindlessly writing whatever details they notice at random is somehow useful to people.

As an example, I saw a thread in which someone replied with a photo of a cat as a reaction to someone else's post. It's clear from context that the cat's body language was meant to evoke a quiet thoughtfulness in response. Someone else followed up with an image description that went into excruciating detail about the cat's coloration, its markings, its fur length, its eye color, then described the color of the paint on the walls, took time to mention the random objects in the background, and *didn't* describe the cat's pose whatsoever.

Look, if you're going to try to "helpfully" caption an image, please make some effort to understand what the image is trying to communicate so that you can write a *useful* description. If someone says "wow, this is a weird looking cat" then sure, describe the markings in full detail. If someone goes "me when you take my juice box" with an angry-looking kitten, maybe talk about the cat's stance and apparent expression and skip the part where you list every title you see on the bookshelf in the background.

[illusionsofdreaming]

the next life;

Notes: It’s here. I did mention that I was inspired by one of my previous reblogs about existential conversations (here) except I took it and decided it’d probably do well with angst LOL

Ft: Cale

Of all possible endings, this had to be the least satisfying one. Away from all the main action, unable to watch the final blow and too damn tired to move into a more comfortable position. The cheers can be heard from where you were so at least you can be assured the war's been won. Finally. You groaned a relieved sigh, I can get some much needed sleep.

A nice warm drink would be pleasant too, you thought as you shivered, it's getting a bit chilly. You blinked at the dirt encrusted on your lashes. A bath. Yes, that would also be very nice. But most of all, you'd really wish you could gather enough strength to turn over just a bit just so you can alleviate the ache in your neck from having one side pressed to the ground for an extended period of time. 

As if the Gods heard your wishes, you heard footsteps towards your side then a pressure against your shoulder as they gently rolled you from your uncomfortable position till you faced the sky, a much more agreeable arrangement than having your face pressed to the dirt. You grimaced as you blinked from the sun shining in your eyes. You were ready to thank the stranger, grateful for the assistance. However, the words died in your mouth when you realised who it was that helped you roll over.

"Shit.." your horror escaped from you in a laugh. "I had hoped you wouldn't be the one…"

His signature red hair was caked with so much dust it almost looked brown, but though his face was covered in dirt and blood, his eyes never shone brighter. He looked like a mess. 

Cale also looked absolutely furious. 

"Idiot." his face was pinched with anger, but his movements were careful as he sat down beside you, hand running down his face in exhaustion. There was a spark in the distance, probably Raon flying off to get help.

You couldn't feel your right arm or leg, not that you had any hopes of either surviving the blast when you had, with all intentions, leapt in front to receive it. You coughed, nearly choking on your blood if not for him turning you to the side to let the fluid out. He wiped the corners of your mouth meticulously. His frown deepened.

You sighed. "That bad huh…?"

Cale didn't say anything, which ironically only confirmed your worst suspicions.

"It's… alright." You breathed slowly, lips twitching into the beginnings of a smile if not for the warning glare he gave you. His eyes were vicious. 

"I thought I told you to survive." he gritted, "That no matter what happens, if it's dangerous, you must run. Nothing's more important than surviving. What's this bullshit?"

You grimaced, accepting his anger. This was why you didn't want him to find you first. Anyone but him. The one who sacrificed so much to get everyone here, the one who told them to 'survive' at all costs. In the end, despite your strengths and skills, you were still human. One misstep, a fraction of a second too late to dodge, and it costed you. That was just how war worked.

"..there was a kid.." It was either you or him. There was barely any time to react, and you had leapt forward to push them aside before your mind could even process your body moving. You managed to dodge the enemy's blades, but it had been too late for you to move away from the demon who masqueraded as a child.

He gently moved you, shifting you so that your back rested against his chest, leaning on him. "Stop talking and conserve your energy. Jack and the dragons are coming."

You kept quiet, groaning in pain when his hand touched your side, squirming when he pressed down against the sluggishly bleeding wound. Deep down, you knew help would arrive too late. You had bled too much and for far too long. Your injury was also touched by demonic energy, even the ancient dragons would find hard it hard to dispel the twisted mana poisoning your blood. He probably knew all this too, but Cale had always been stubborn to a fault. He had always been the one to look for solutions even when things seemed impossible.

"Hmm..." you huffed and reached to grab the wrist of his hand pressed to your side, hoping he would ease up on the pressure, not at all surprised when he wouldn't budge. This bastard. 

You let out a shaky sigh, frowning but let go of his hand. ".. humour me while we wait for help then.." He 'tsked' softly, probably wanting you to stop talking and rest but also knew he had no chance in stopping whatever it was you wanted to say. You took a ragged breath, "..do you think we'll meet each other again in our next lives?"

Immediately he glanced down, a flash of sternness in his eyes. "What nonsense are you going on about-"

"Humour me Cale. It's boring to wait in silence." You could see his frown, knew he wanted to retort and expose your bluff, but he held back. For that, you were grateful. 

He took a deep breath then replied quite bluntly. "No, you're too bothersome."

You laughed, "Really?" you coughed again, blood spilling down your lips. You pretended you didn't see how his hand shook as he wiped away the stains, his grip tightening around you as your body shuddered from shock.

"Don't talk anymore." his voice was soft.

"I think I'll probably find you again.." you mused quietly. 

He scoffed in disbelief at your gall of ignoring him and the idea of it all. "How would you know it's me? I might not even look the same."

"Hmm... I think I'll just know." You looked to the skies, your vision darkening. Someone with his particular brand of charm would be hard to miss. Cale Henituse is the type of person to attract a following no matter where he went. "Ha…this life was fun.. but.. I think I'd like to enjoy a slacker one next time."

"You can enjoy a slacker life this life." he corrected you.

"Mhm...sure.." you acquiesced softly as you lost your vision. "..In my next life.. when I find you again.. no matter what form.. I think... I'll fall in love with you again."

He froze in place.

You smiled wistfully. It was all the little things, the gifts and lingering touches. The long nights spent together to keep each other company, the laughter and the jokes. It was something - never addressed properly because there was war looming ahead. It wasn't time, and you knew better than anyone that it should be the last thing you should be worrying about. But before heading out this morning, you had resolved yourself to finally talk about it after the war's over. After everything's settled. 

"… I'll live a peaceful life.. won't learn any martial arts.. and fall, madly, madly in love.." you coughed, "W-what do you think...?" 

Perhaps if you were a better person, you would've taken it to the grave, never address the what-ifs and could've beens. But upon facing the end, you wanted to be a bit selfish. I.. can do that right?

"Shutup." For the first time ever, you heard his voice waver. But you could've been mistaken. You could no longer see; you wouldn't be surprised if your hearing failed you next.

"Don't talk nonsense. You're not dying." The pressure increased against your side fractionally, but you could no longer feel the pain. 

Thunder rumbled in the sky as the wind picked up. You flexed your hand, searching and was comforted when a larger one gripped yours. ".. I'll definitely find you.. and fall in love with you again..."

"Stop talking."

You smiled, and with this last selfish act of yours, you'll also set him free. ".. don't grieve too long…you should.. live your slacker life...and I'll…" You sighed as the breath left your body and your eyes closed for rest.

…wait for you there, in the next life.

The last thing you felt was rain falling on your face.

(You'd never know that the skies had been the clearest that day with not a single rain cloud in sight.)

[nathsketch]

Something Important for the Art Community

So guys, sorry to be keep bugging you all about this, specially on a beautiful Saturday, but it’s an important issue concerning the art community that I feel necessary to stress.

These three screenshots are from artworks of mine that were reposted on a Lucifer fan account on Instagram, and as you can see, there’s no credit whatsoever. Not on tags, not on the caption, not on the hashtags. This is not only upsetting and frustrating, but it verges on illegal behavior.

Every artist, and I’m no different, appreciates more than we can possibly ever say the love received by our audience. Those who have been following me for a while, both here and on my other social media accounts, know that I try to respond to every single comment as much as possible, and I constantly thank you for your support and for the love you show for my work. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be where I am today, literally living the dream. My point is, sharing my art is both humbling and proudful. But not sharing as this account did, completely erasing authorship and posting my art as if it were just another Lucifer-related photo found online (which is also illegal). There are hashtags mentioning “TikTok”, “video”, “fresk” (whatever that means), “Eve” (who’s not even on these photos), but not one single mention of the origin of these artworks: not “nathsketch”, “nathannaerica” or any of it. They tagged the actors, and if Kevin, DB or Rachael ever saw this, it would be more wonderful than anything I could imagine, but guess what? They wouldn’t know who is the real creator.

To be honest, this is the first time I ever encountered a situation as serious as this and I’m sure it won’t be the last, but I just wanted to take the opportunity to point out once more that this is a clear example of what constitutes illegal use of someone else’s intelectual property. My artworks are generating a lot of engagement on this account and they are some of the most liked posts they have (other than pictures of Tom himself, for obvious reasons). People are commenting on my artworks and some of them think the person behind this account created them. This is damaging and it seriously devaluates my work. If it weren’t for some of my followers on Instagram, I’d never even know that this was happening behind my back, and unfortunately it’s been happening for a while now.

I’ve reached out to Instagram and I’m awaiting for their reply, but until then, these screenshots will be a reminder to myself that we need to keep a watchful eye on our works of art. Other people certainly won’t let us forget it. Art is not just a passion, it’s a livelihood. For those who are not in the art business, it may seem something trivial or that it’s much ado about nothing, but it is a business like any other, and it has rules and guidelines to be observed, otherwise it would just be completely chaos.

Again, sorry for the long rant-like post, or for sounding like a victim, but what seems obvious to most of us, may not be so to others, so please, please: if you’re going to share, post, reblog, or by any other means, divulge any content made by another person or entity, ALWAYS CREDIT THEM. Do not remove watermarks, signatures or anything else that helps identify the creator.

Art is beautiful, it’s essencial and it’s food for the soul, so let’s not ruin it.

Thank you guys.

❤️

[sarahwroteathing]

English 284 (1)

Word Count: 1495

Summary: Your proposal to teach a new class combining art and literature is accepted... under one little condition. (College AU)

Warnings: Language

A/N: We’re doing impulsive writing again because it worked well the last two times. Oof. Here we go again, folks. Image is of a painting mentioned in the chapter: “Ophelia” by Sir John Everett Millais. (Source)

Steve’s Perspective .

“Fellas, it’s happening!” you said, shoving the door of the lab open with your hip, laptop balanced precariously in your arms.

“Seriously? I changed the code yesterday! How did you get in here again?” Tony complained, letting his head fall forward onto the table with a dull thunk while Bruce scoffed.

“You changed it to my birthday, smartypants. Besides, my ID is still authorized on the card reader. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you enjoy my company.” 

You pulled a spare chair over to the table where Tony and Bruce were working, planting your own laptop primly on a stack of battered notebooks. Bruce’s probably. Tony abandoned paper ages ago. 

Despite the token protest, Tony was actually your closest friend at work, a pairing that completely baffled your colleagues. The specific brands of eccentricity displayed by English professors and Engineering professors didn’t tend to mix well. But the Dean of Studies, Pepper Potts, had recommended befriending Tony on your first day, and his quick humor and ostentatious confidence had effectively drowned out the imposter syndrome that plagued you during your first semester teaching. You’d met Bruce Banner only a few days later, and sharing lunches in Tony’s lab in the basement of the Engineering building had solidified into sacred tradition by the end of your second week. 

“Did you hear back about the new course proposal?” Bruce asked.

“Yes! I got the email notification on my way over here, but I haven’t opened it yet. Tony, tell me your wife isn’t going to break my heart.”

“We don’t talk about work at home. But I read your proposal, and it sounded… Well, I wouldn’t take that class, but it sounded like something Pepper would be into.”

You squirmed anxiously in your seat, logging into your email with a deep breath. You’d worked on this course proposal for the better part of a month, editing and re-editing the syllabus at least a dozen times. You had titled the course “The Painted Word.” A full semester class studying famous myths, plays, poems, and novels and the works of art they inspired. 

The idea formed when a picture of Sir John Everett Millais’s “Ophelia” i had sparked a lively debate among the students in your Shakespeare seminar. You’d spent the next week researching artistic representation of iconic characters and stories, and when you’d given a few of your classes the soft pitch of the course, you’d acquired more than enough signatures on the interest form to issue a formal request with the Dean of Studies. Being met with such enthusiasm had lulled you into a sense of security and excitement. In your mind, the course was already set in stone. Which is exactly why the email on your screen landed like a gut punch. 

“She said no?” you asked faintly, your eyes scanning and rescanning the first sentence. “While I appreciate your enthusiasm and the care and attention you put into your work, I do not feel that I can approve the course as you’ve submitted it.” 

You blinked owlishly but made no move to intervene when Tony snatched your laptop from its place in front of you. Bruce rolled his chair to read over Tony’s shoulder, and they wore twin expressions of puzzled displeasure which would have made you laugh if not for the current state of your professional goals. 

“She didn’t say no! It’s conditional approval,” Tony corrected, his expression clearing as he reached to roll your chair closer to him. “Look.”

I’m intrigued by the course description you’ve laid out here, and it certainly has no equivalent in our current course catalogue. I think we would be remiss to limit the course to the English Department and encourage you to consider an interdisciplinary approach with the Art Department. If you’re willing to collaborate with one of their professors so that students can benefit from the expertise of both relevant disciplines and gain credit with either department, I’d be happy to approve the course for the spring semester. I’d recommend getting in touch with Steven G. Rogers. He has taught a number of interdisciplinary courses during his time here, and I believe he would be a helpful resource for you. 

“She doesn’t think I can handle this on my own?” you asked, running your hands through your hair in frustration. “I have a Ph. D, dammit! I don’t need a babysitter.” 

“I’m sure that’s not what she meant,” Bruce said, reaching around Tony to squeeze your shoulder. “She just wants to open up the class a little more. You know the college has been pushing for more interdisciplinary classes.”

“Who the hell is Steven G. Rogers, and why does she think the sun shines out of his ass,” you muttered grumpily, determined to hold onto your bitterness just a little longer. 

“The sun couldn’t possibly shine out of his ass with the stick he keeps up there,” Tony said mildly, shocking a laugh out of you.

“Oh, God, tell me I won’t be stuck teaching with a stuffy old grump for a whole semester.”

“I’ve never had someone ask me to lie to them before. This is a weird feeling. Takes the fun out of it, almost.”

“He’s not that bad,” Bruce protested. 

“How do you both know this guy? I’ve never heard of him before in my life. This is - ” 

You broke off with a sigh, reclaiming your laptop and searching the faculty directory. 

“Why does this stupid website never have any pictures,” you complained, scrolling through his profile. 

“Be grateful. It would only make it worse for you,” Tony said with a smirk before smacking your hand away from the keyboard. “Wait, wait, wait! Does that say ‘Gentle Yoga?’ What the hell does that mean?”

“Yoga but in a sweater? On a pile of pillows and he braids your hair after?”

Tony snorted and started to respond, but you clapped your hand over his mouth immediately.

“Shut up. I heard it as soon as I said it. Don’t make it worse.” 

“It’s just low impact yoga. Lighter stretches. For people who don’t feel comfortable or able to do standard level yoga. We usually get a few students with sports injuries or disabilities.”

You and Tony both turned to look at Bruce, staring in silent shock for a few moments before speaking.

“...Did you say we? Why did you say we?”

“Bruce, do you have something you’d like to tell me?”

Bruce rolled his eyes, pushing up from his seat and crossing to his bag on the other side of the room, very pointedly ignoring you and Tony who were frantically scooting after him in your rolly chairs. 

“Bruce!” 

He had pulled out his phone and was typing something, but he pivoted to block your view when you tried to peek.

“I’m texting Steve to see if he has any open spaces in his teaching schedule next semester. You’re welcome.” 

“Why do you have his number?”

“Because we take turns teaching gentle yoga, which I’m pretty sure you’ve already figured out at this point, so drop it. And Tony has his number too by the way.”

“What?”

“Judas.”

“I thought you said he had a stick up his ass?”

“Well, the stick is sometimes useful, okay? And he’s not the worst person I’ve met. After a few whiskeys, he even approaches fun.” 

You let out an incredulous laugh, abandoning your chair to pace the length of the lab. 

“So you’re saying I should give this guy a shot?” you asked, massaging your temples against the stress headache that was starting to creep in. 

Bruce’s phone chimed quietly.

“He says he has an open space. Should I put in a good word for you?”

You wandered back towards your laptop, looking wistfully over your syllabus. 

“What are the chances this class will still be recognizable after his input?” you asked mournfully.

“You can change your mind and say no if you disagree with him. Find someone else,” Bruce said with a shrug. 

“And he’ll pull his weight?”

“He’ll pull all the weight unless you strongarm him out of it,” Tony said with a laugh. “Look, Pep knows what she’s doing. If she thinks you two would work well together, she’s probably right. Her last recommendation turned out alright, didn’t it?”

“You keep trying to lock me out of your lab,” you pointed out half-heartedly, but you gave a nod to Bruce who immediately started typing. 

“Yeah, well. Gotta keep you on your toes.”

“He said to send him the syllabus and let him know when you can meet to talk about it,” Bruce cut in, tucking his phone back into his bag. 

You let out a deep sigh, nerves already fluttering to life in your stomach at the thought of having to pitch this class to a colleague again. 

“What are the chances this turns into a huge disaster?” 

“I’d say about 50/50. Either way, it’ll be entertaining.”

“Tony!”

“What? She asked!”

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How about Umika and Aruto for the blog thing

Blacklist #long post if you don’t want to get clogged on the dashboard because the read more is broken

Umika

their blog url

She’d choose something pretty and friendly, but the good ones get snagged by other people + she doesn’t want to add numbers in her url. For the time being, she settles on umi-ka until the one she wants opens up, and her followers think cute. They call her Umi-chan

the kind of posts they reblog

Sewing tutorials in the form of long posts or videos

Cute stuffed animal photos

Pretty jewelry, art and clothing from Instagram accounts. Plenty of yellows and pastels and skirts and heeled shoes to go around

Encouraging posts that brighten up someone’s day

Bits and pieces from her friends’ blogs. Like Shiho’s new manga and fan art, Touma’s new dish, Noel’s heavily filtered photos of France, or that one post with 345,921 notes from Kairi with her own additions

the first person they followed

A fashion blogger she long admired. Or Shiho!

what kind of theme they’d have

Cute yet photo friendly. She puts a lot of focus on the appearance of her blog, so she changes it up a bit once a year. The colours are consistent though (yellows and oranges), and she uses art she commissioned from Shiho to decorate. Will always have a link to her online store available on the sidebar

what kind of text posts they make at 2am

Chances of her being asleep aside, she could post about a sewing project she’s working on, something she stayed up to watch/read, being startled, or tired 2am thoughts

“I thought it’d be fun to sew a replica of this Gangler, but now I just regret everything. I won’t give up though!”

“I finished my dress! I’ll post a video on the making process later ~~”

“Shiho’s manga made me cry so much T^T”

“Why do spiders exist????”

[insert mangled set of words because she is tired]

Aruto

their blog url

Either his signature aruto-ja-nai-to, or something pun related. Or perhaps he’s the one sane man who has a simple hiden-aruto-shachou url, because he let Izu choose the name for him

the kind of posts they reblog

Joke posts from blogs that say they’re not funny but they are funny

Memes

His favourite manga

Food posts, be it recipes or photos

Life hacks - i.e. how to wake up even though you set up four alarms and still couldn’t hear anything

Encouraging posts that say it’s never too late to start out and soar for your dreams

Posts from all his friends and co-workers

His own gag videos because it works like how artists reblog their art to bump stuff to the top of the dashboard. Except he could have 17 notes on a post - and 15 of them are from Aruto’s reblogs. Two likes are from Izu and some secret account branded shooting-wolves2007

the first person they followed

An insanely popular meme blog

what kind of theme they’d have

Tries everything before settling on the kind of theme where he can upload his puns in a separate section from the posts section. Izu helped him out, he’s not good with coding

what kind of text posts they make at 2am

Really dumb thoughts.

“If I use enough keys, would they make a good bulletproof vest? And I mean actual keys, the ones you use to lock your door”

“Made my own Humagear earpieces. There’s this weird wire that’s giving off sparks. Probably nothing important :D”

“Maybe we should let Fuwa-san go to the zoo...to the wolf pen...let him in...they could adopt him....” Izu, in the replies: Aruto-shachou, he would die. “But maybe he won’t????”

“If I get five people to like my gags, then I’ll drink seven cups of milk in one minute” Izu, in the replies: Aruto-shachou, you would die. “Cups as in the ones you get with the doll sets!” Izu, in the replies: Aruto-shachou, that renders the challenge pointless “But it’s so easy to spill milk in cups that small!!!!”

send me a character and i’ll tell you their type of blog

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bubblegum love | ljn

pairing: lee jeno x reader

genre: f2l bestfriend!jeno | fluff, angst if you squint

word count: 2.2k

summary: you always found those that fell for jeno’s charms pathetic, so when you find yourself also falling for him, you panic.

note: this is probably the only fluff i’ll write :))

if you enjoyed this, like and reblog ! feedback and comments are welcome, i’m always looking to improve my writing :)     -skid 

you don't know when it started, but you terribly wished for it to stop.

at first, when someone was to tell you how lucky you were to be friends with jeno, you'd laugh. you? lucky? what a joke. it was even worse when they'd run up to you, hoping for you to put in a good word for them. 'tell jeno he's cute' 'could you give him this lunchbox for me?' 'is jeno seeing anyone currently?' 'is his favorite gum flavor bubblegum?' you don't even know what bubblegum tastes like, as sad as that sounds, you doubt jeno would as well. (you’re wrong.)

so while you were watching jeno laugh at something playing on the radio, it surprised you when you found your heart beating faster than usual.

at first, you denied it. there was no way you saw jeno that way. you suddenly got hit with a wave of asthma. that's all, it ran in the family.

then you asked questions. did you really like jeno? or were you just so desperate for someone to love that you've fooled yourself into liking him? you never had any answers.

it was only when you and jeno were out for dinner, did you accept the fact you indeed, did like him. seeing him joke around with you, and laugh at every little thing, with his eyes creasing and his mouth curling up into his signature smile, you've given up on trying to stop your erratically beating heart. you've accepted defeat, jeno has you completely wrapped around his pretty little finger.

and when jeno texted you, very excitedly, informing you of his plans this afternoon, you couldn't help but let your heart drop to your stomach.

'with who?' you reply, shoulders slumping. your backpack suddenly felt heavy, the weight pulling down on your shoulders as you sat back down in your seat.

'remember min from class 3b? asked me out for coffee today! i'm sorry that i can't take you home today bubsy :(('

you couldn't help but feel a little envious, didn't jeno say he didn't want to date until he was out of high school? why take it back now?

'oh.'

'is someone jealous??'

'don't worry y/n, you’ll have a special someone soon, they're closer than you think!  i gtg now though i'll take you out for ice cream another time angel i promise'

you knew you had no reason to be mad, yet here you are.

huffing, you stomped into your house, throwing your backpack to the side before plunging yourself into the couch.

you don't know why, but you felt tears welling up in your eyes. for what? your fault you didn't tell him sooner. you had no right to be crying. stupid you, falling for him out of all people.

it was then that you decided that you would do something about your feelings for jeno. no feelings? no crying. how would you do so? by avoiding him like the plague.

the next morning, you set your plan to action. you walked to school alone, not waiting for jeno to pick you up in his car. jeno must've known you were ahead, as he pulled up beside you, rolling a window down and shouting.

"y/n! you're so mean, how dare you go to school without me! get in loser!"

you shrugged before plugging an earbud back in, quickening your pace towards the school. you were only a block away, only a little bit further.

jeno thought that maybe you were just having one of those mornings, so he kept behind, watching you walk to school alone.

the week started out fine, although you were quite lonely. other than rushing out of class to avoid an encounter with jeno, or hiding in bathrooms when you heard him and his friends loudly joking around in the hallways, it was fine. just fine.

jeno couldn't figure out why you were so distant, and it was frustrating. the sudden lack of attention from you was unexpected, and he wasn't prepared. he had a you-sized hole in him. no one to laugh at his puns, or throw balled up notes at him during class, and most of all, no one to talk to after school when the day was a bit too much for him to handle.

he came to the conclusion that you were just busy, and that was okay. people get busy sometimes, he couldn't always expect for you to always be by his side. you had a life outside of being his friend.

he started to get suspicious after exactly three days, you would no longer reply to his texts, almost always leaving him on read, you refused to make eye contact with him in the hallways, and no matter how fast he was, he could never catch you outside of class.

jeno had enough after five days. after the first two classes, he scurried to the library, two banana milks in hand as he waited for you to come. you both always studied and hung out together here during lunch, it was tradition ever since freshman year. (although it was really only him doing the studying now, you just slept.) jeno decided that today he will make you talk to him, he couldn't stand you not even giving him the time of day anymore.

after fifteen minutes of waiting, jeno looked at his watch for the nth time. did a teacher hold you behind? or were you making up for a test that he didn't know of? he stood up, leaving all his belongings behind as he set out to search for you.

he walked into the cafeteria, maybe you decided to volunteer to help out the old lunch lady with the dishes again, you were always on the lookout for ways to get out of class. at least, that's what he thought. he didn't expect you to be sitting with a group of people he barely knew, laughing and talking loudly.

you were cracking up at something chenle said, completely unaware of jeno standing behind you.

"y/n? who's that behind you?" jisung asks, pointing as he stares.

you whip around, surprised to find jeno there. he looked sad, and honestly, it stung your heart just a bit. this was the first time you broke the 4 year long tradition you two agreed to at the beginning of freshman year.

he walked away, and you hesitated to stand up. should you go after him? no, just one more week. you've come so far you can't let your work go to waste now. and so you turned back around, facing the two in front of you again. you wrung your hands together. maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

it was after school when he tried to approach you again. you were walking towards the library, planning to finish up a paper for literary arts that was assigned only hours ago. jeno came running up alongside you, notebooks in hand with papers poking out from the sides.

"y/n! It's been so long since we last hung out, how about the new ice cream parlor that just opened down the street? mark works there now, we can harass him into giving us a discount, what do you say?"

jeno must've been too busy talking, because when he looked up, you were ten feet in front of him, walking at a brisk pace.

"y/n? wait up! can you slow down so we can talk? i'm not going to bite you, i'm grown now! that was way back when we were ten!" you ignored him once more, walking to a table and sitting yourself down before spreading out all of your books and papers.

"oh, you're doing that paper too? that's great, i haven't started mine yet, help me out. we can study for that upcoming statistics quiz tomorrow as we-"

you interrupted him by holding onto his wrist, keeping him from setting down his books. he looked at you confusingly, you shook your head before continuing.

"i'd like to be alone, go study with your friends or something. mark can help you with your paper."

jeno was shocked, you've never turned down a study session before. no matter what was going on, you always somehow made time for at least one study session with him. even if you guys didn't end up studying, you always said yes.

"stop playing around y/n, i actually need to get work done today. now do you want anything from the vending machine?" jeno tried to set down his books once more, but you stood up abruptly, startling him.

"sorry, i forgot i had to go home and clean up for guests. we're having a family dinner with the na's today."

"oh, a family dinner? let me come help you, we can whistle while we work." that seemed to crack jeno up, as he started to snicker uncontrollably after.

" i can do it by myself, thank you for offering." you walked off, leaving jeno alone in the library.

now jeno is sure that you're avoiding him. you barely knew the na's, and you always complained about cleaning the house, asking jeno to help because you couldn't stand dusting and sweeping for more than five minutes. but what did he do that could've made you this mad? you've ignored him before, yes, but never longer than a day.

jeno huffs, why did you have to be so complicated? he just wants to hang out with you, that's all.

you raced out of the library, frantically looking behind every now and then to make sure jeno didn't follow. you let out a sigh of relief when you exited the school building, starting your walk home.

"y/n y/m/n y/l/n, you're avoiding me. why?" the voice startles you, causing you to drop your earbuds in the ground. a hand picks them up before you can, you already know who it belonged to.

"i'll give them back once you tell me why you're ignoring me. no warning, no nothing! you don't even study with me anymore! what could i have possibly done this time that's made you ignore me for a whole week?" jeno seemed to be angry, or was he aggravated? you couldn't tell, you've never seen him this upset before.

in an attempt to avoid confrontation, you took off, leaving skid marks on the sidewalk. screw the earbuds, you could just buy another pair. but a firm hand grabs your backpack, pulling you back before you could get any further than five feet.

"come on, we're getting in the car. and you're going to explain what's been going on with you." jeno drags you over to his currently parked car, opening the passenger door and waiting for you to climb in. you stood still, hesitant to go. jeno gets you in with a gentle shove and closes the door behind you.

"so, care to tell me why you're so distant y/n?" jeno starts, pulling out of the school parking lot.

you stay silent, to be honest, you don't know why either. and to admit the real truth to him would be embarrassing. you thought that by the end of this, all the feelings you had for jeno would be completely gone, exterminated, never to be felt again, but it seemed to be doing the exact opposite. in fact, rather than a fluttering feeling every now and then, the butterflies cooked up a storm inside your stomach anytime you saw jeno.

damn you jeno, why'd you have to be so attractive, inside and out.

"quit thinking, and start talking bub. you're going to have wrinkles by the time you're twenty" jeno reaches over, and presses a finger between your eyebrows, looking over every now and then.

tomatoes wish they could be as red as you.

jeno pulls into a parking lot for an ice cream parlor. he takes off his seat belt, pulling you inside and seating you down in a booth right next to the window. he takes off again, returning five minutes later with two cones in hand.

"here, you look like you need a mint chocolate swirl. i got myself bubblegum, it's nasty though."he watches you as he licks his cone, waiting for you to say something. not like you could say a word with him staring so deeply.

you couldn't stand his eyes boring into yours any longer, and before you could think, your mouth started blurting unexpected comments.

"you're so fucking beautiful, and for what? is there something you fucking need, jeno? why do i feel the need to kiss you every time i look at you? oh my god, and when you're sad, and you get all pouty, i just want to smother you in hugs. like what's the point of you being that cute? god was really out for me when he made you, can you sto-"

you're interrupted mid-sentence, by what, you don't know. all you taste is bubblegum, then it hit you.

jeno's kissing you.

"i like you too angel. ever since freshman year when we made that pact to hang out in the library every lunch period."

"i thought you liked min from class 3b though?"

jeno chokes on his spit, "you do realize min is my friend from cram school, correct?"

your eyes widen as jeno continues to laugh, eyes sparkling under the setting suns glow through the window. you can't seem to keep a grin off your face, jeno's smile affecting you greatly.

you're glad you came up with such a silly plan, you might not have gotten rid of your feelings, but in the end, you finally find out what bubblegum tastes like.

[oxygenamjoon-blog]

Artwork [kth]

Part of my 10 Day Writing Challenge.

You may find other ideas that I will be working on in my previous post.

Please support by following, liking and reblogging this post! Thank you so much.

Word Count: Less than 1.6k

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Warning: None

Genre: Slight angst? I’m not sure please enlighten me.

Having pursued your passion was something that your parents were against off. They had wanted you to become a doctor, but it just wasn’t something that you have dreamed of since you were a child. The artistic side of you wanted to become a painter and be known worldwide. It was something that you have put your mind to and it had set in stone.

When you debuted at the age of 18, it was something that you were really proud of. Your art was being shown to the world and the world loved it. You became a widely known artist in your country because of the painting that you have created that had gone viral. People were looking at it; critiques were giving it their opinion. They couldn’t believe that it was made by the 18. Of course, not everyone loved it but it was something that made you known. Now, 3 years after your success as a known artist, you let your business side take over. It was something that you wanted to make money out of, it was your passion, yes, but that passion needed to be converted to something that would give you the basic needs that you must have for your daily life.

The art gallery that you had was something that you were proud of. You had wanted to help people purse their dreams, give them the opportunity that was given to you. Being the art director of your own gallery wasn’t an easy task. You had to turn down people that had hopes and dreams because it wasn’t something that was meant to be in your gallery.

Every 4 weeks, the art that was displayed in your gallery would be shuffled from the people that you have chosen to display. The artists only pay a small fee to have their work displayed but they must pass the criteria that you have imposed to be able to be displayed in the gallery for the next four weeks.

You had people working for you who pre-examined pieces of art for you and they would have it passed to the next round, if you should say, to the final say which was your decision. You were the one that gets to approve the work if they are to be displayed for the next few weeks. It must have structure, pass the average quality that you desired, passion, and love for the art. It was the basic requirements – and a fee to have it inspected of course. The final say that you had was supposed to be with you.

You were Taehyung’s role model when it came to arts and business. He was so inspired to see you work for the artists who had less opportunities, all of the art that he has created was worked towards you. And he may have been attracted to you, when he first saw you on the daily news when you were 18.

Somewhere in his work, there was a hint of you. He had been addicted to the idea of you, he couldn’t help it. It was your name that he thought of when he had created his works of art. And it was you who inspired him to bring his pieces to the gallery to have them inspected. He was so excited when three of his ten pieces passed to the second round of examinations. That meant it would be you who would be seeing his work and he loved the idea of it.

But a call from the gallery broke his heart– “Sorry Mr. Taehyung, your work did not pass the last round of examination. Kindly claim your art by…”

The lady on the other end was explaining how Taehyung would get his art back but he was too lost in thought to even hear what she had to say.

He couldn’t accept the decision; something must have been a mistake. Maybe she didn’t see the work or she didn’t understand it... he thought.

The following day, he arrived at the gallery. No intention to pick up his unclaimed works of art, but to talk to you. Someone he looked up to and really inspired him. His heart was crushed when he heard the declining of his art, but something would be breaking his heart even more.

“May I know where Miss Y/N? I really need to speak to her.”

“Do you have an appointment sir?”

“No, but –”

“Sorry, but Miss Y/N doesn’t accept walk in meeting or meetings from anyone.”

“But I really need to speak to her.”

“Sorry, but I’m only doing what was told to me. No random meetings by anyone. Please leave or I’ll have to call the security.”

He sulked. His demeanor changed and all he could do was be sad over the fact that he may never have his chance with you. He wanted to be the artist couple… he wanted to take you out. Not because of the way he loved your art, but you as a person. He had grown to love what you did and your personality. Even if the personality that he saw was based on the YouTube videos that you had set up for the growth of the gallery.

“Brie, what’s my next meeting?”

“Miss Y/N, you don’t have any meetings for today.”

“Okay, thank you.”

“Miss Y/N!” Taehyung suddenly called out. “Can I please talk to you?”

“I’m so sorry, Miss Y/N…” Brie, the receptionist suddenly replied, “I’ve been trying to get him to leave. He’s just not budging.”

“I just really have to talk to you, I’m sorry for intruding.” Then Taehyung bows, giving his respect.

“Sure, I’ll give you a few minutes. Please, come to my office.”

Taehyung rambles to himself. He was so excited to finally be able to meet you.

“Miss Y/N, I’m so thankful that you’re giving me this time to talk to you. I would like to express how you’re my biggest inspiration to my work and I look up to you so much!”

“Wow, thank you for your kind words Mr…uhm?” You didn’t know his name, but you could tell that he had good looks.

“Taehyung…” He reached out his hand to shake your hand, but you just smiled. “Kim Taehyung.”

“Mr. Kim, thank you for your kind words. Now, I know you heard that my schedule is free today. But I must leave in a few minutes for something personal. I hope you understand.”

“Y-yes, I understand.” He gulped. “I would like to ask for reconsideration for your decision on my work. It’s that… I’ve spent a lot of my hard work and I just, just want to ask you about it.”

You chuckled, remembering the handful of people who try to convince you that their work was worth it.

“Well, Mr. Kim… haven’t you thought that a lot of people have tried to do this in the past.” You smirked, a bit. “What makes you think that you’re different?”

“Maybe I can show you?” One of your eyebrows rose, unsure of what he meant. “I have a new one, just finished but I think its best you know me better before you see it so you can understand my perspective.”

“Mr. Kim, I think you need to –.”

“Please, Miss Y/N… let me take you on a date.” You gasped so lightly that you couldn’t hear it yourself. Being so busy with your business and you passion, you were unable to plan dates and have relationships with anyone but yourself, a few friends and mostly your family.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Mr. Kim.” You shook your head. It wasn’t something that was on your mind. “Maybe I can give you a certificate that you were able to place your work here for a week… and we’ll call it quits.”

You were afraid that you’d fall for him. He was good-looking, deep voice, and amazing proportions. He was the man that you’d describe if someone asked you what was your ideal type and you didn’t want to take the risk.

He scoffed. “You think that’s what I wanted from you? A goddamn certificate?” He pushed his seat backwards. “You think that lowly of me? I want to take you on a date! I like you, okay? I wanted to make art for you; you were my inspiration. I guess I was just stupid. Thanks for nothing.”

With that, Taehyung left… pushing everything he could but he left something for you to remember him by.

….

 A few days passed and you were working on some papers. You were looking for your favorite pen that you used when you signed anything… it was your favorite and meant the world to you, your father had given it to you.

At the end of your desk, you see it… but something also captures your attention. A photo. It was a small printed out photo that showed something that made you gasp, this time you could definitely hear it. It was a work of art that showcased a person… that was looking rather sensual and full of passion… it was you.

Taehyung had made a painting of you, a semi-nude photo that had his signature at the bottom. When you looked at the back, it was his number. He had left this for you to see and now you were rethinking your decision.

Would it be worth it if I contact him?

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[treehouseart]

Why Reblogging Is So Important to Artists | Why Being Nice Online is Important | Storytime

First of all, I wasn’t going to talk about this. Because I thought it wasn’t needed, because I thought there was enough information out there asking people NOT TO REPOST ART and if we do, at least give PROPER CREDIT.

But there isn’t. That’s alright. Let’s talk about it.

 Two days ago I was approached by the lovely @vaugleysassygrunt​ who told me someone was reposting my art. They said this person had been changing their url all day (and they’re still doing it) and sent me a hyperlink to the art they had posted. It was one of the comics from my on-going Sanders Sons series, a sequential comic I have been working on for almost a year. It was pretty dear to my heart (and the context was pretty important as well). 

My immediate thought was “Oooh boy, my first art thief, that’s so exciting”. All the big ones get those. Along I went to this person’s tumblr and was about to send them a message when I saw they had already addressed the issue by saying they found reblogging annoying and that’s why they preferred reposting. That they never claimed the art was theirs.

Of course my first thought was “if you don’t like reblogging what are you doing on tumblr?”. But we shouldn’t give in to our first thoughts. They’re often rash.

So I get into a conversation with said art thief and try another way. Because THERE IS another way. We can’t nunchuk our way to awareness. This is what I wrote:

Hi, friendo! I'm sorry people are giving you a hard time, but crediting art is very important for us artists :( It's how we make our carreers. I understand you don't enjoy reblogging, but it can help people find our art and find more of our work if they need to. I also am really embarrassed to have to ask, but could you please credit sandersssons-comic or sanderssons in the quadruplets AU? It's a series I spent a lot of time on and I would hate it if people only read a part of it. Thanks and have a good day :D

They repond right away. Telling me they accept my apology (?)

Also that they found the image on google images.

Also asking how much artists get.

FIRST LESSON TO TAKE FROM THIS: Google Images, such as Google itself, it’s an image SEARCHER. It COMPILES images from the whole internet. An image being on Google Images DOES NOT MEAN IT’S UP FOR GRABS. Google Images provides the proper source of the picture.

BESIDES, Google Images can be a great tool for finding the author of an artpiece. Just go to Google Reverse Image Search. You can do it from your phone and from your desktop. Just put the image on and Google finds the original source for you!

So I proceed to explain to this person that artists don’t make much. Most of us get money from comissions that depend on the complexity. Some get Ko-Fis and Patreons and online shops with stickers and key chains and some other goodies.

ALTHOUGH, FOR YOU I ALSO SAY: PEOPLE ARE ENTITLED TO THEIR ART EVEN IF THEY DON’T GET MONEY FOR IT. BECAUSE IT’S THEIR OWN AND THEY MADE IT. DON’T BE A DICK.

They say: 

I don’t mean to be rude but you could just get more money by being an art teacher or something that pays good minimum wage. 

And you can imagine this big red flag raising in my head. Disengage. Disengage. Disengage. But this was a HUMAN BEING. And a misinformed one. I had already made contact. Might as well. I explained that we DO NOT WANT other jobs. This is our jobs. This is our choice of carreer. And it’s not hard to respect.

Reminder, that should go without saying: YOU DO NOT HAVE A SAY ON PEOPLE’S LIFE CHOICES

Our friend says they don’t understand cause they’re in high school and they don’t draw a lot (as if art knowledge just comes by osmosis when you draw a lot)

I said it was totally cool not to understand. Because it is

SECOND LESSON: SOMETIMES PEOPLE DON’T KNOW THINGS. I came back to tumblr for the Thomas Sanders fandom. A fandom that thrives on kindness and caring and validation of different people  

They thanked me for being cool and explaining things and asked if we could be friends. I said that absolutely

(After our little talk, they started giving credit to the pictures they could find. Read as: the ones that had signatures on the image)

We talked yesterday a whole part of the day. We get acquainted. They’re finding themselves as non-binary, they’re in high school. Things like that. I tell them I’m 20 and in college for journalism

In this proccess I explained how comissions worked and, again, why reblogging and not reposting was important

So yesterday night I’m already in bed when they message me “Hi”

I responded I was tired and going to sleep. They said they were going to bed too. And that they hated when they were accused of something they didn’t do. Which was stealing art

And I said that, indeed, they weren’t STEALING art per say. But reposting was a dick move. They got PISSED. So I tried to find an analogy they would understand.

Ok, think of it like this

You've painted a tradicional piece in oil and put it in your gallery with other paintings

Someone can't come and take the painting off the wall and put it on their gallery

Even if they say it's yours... It doesn't bring more people to your gallery. It exposes your work... But that's mostly it. 

To which they replied:

The Mona Lisa got stolen once and people have made counterfeit paintings in the past 

Which, goes without saying DOESN’T MAKE IT OKAY. Just because someone already murdered another, it doesn’t mean we can go around on a killing spree.

Besides, tumblr has original content and tools to get replicated inside the website. And so I told them.

And then again:

Why are the majority of people here artists who clearly don’t realize they can get a part time job? 

And I told them, AGAIN, they do not want part time jobs. They want these jobs.

They said I lied then, when I said art didn’t pay well. And proceeded to say they didn’t understand why people want to be starving artists.

Also that tumblr didn’t have the kind of images they wanted. EVEN THOUGH THIS WHOLE THING WAS HAPPENING BECAUSE ARTISTS FROM TUMBLR WERE FINDING THEIR ARTWORKS REPOSTED ON THEIR ACCOUNT.

I was also making them upset.

I tried to explain further, but they blocked me.

Fortunately, I was able to send one last message and I think it’s the biggest message I want to pass here.

I'm sorry I'm upsetting you but I've been nothing but respectful

Be respectful. Even when you’re mad. Even when people are rude. Kill them with kindness. If they’re too immature to listen to you, that’s on them. Practice what our dear youtubers preach (Thomas Sanders, Jack, Mark). 

This person is still reposting, yes. They’re giving credit, but still reposting. It’s a start, I believe. It’s more than I would have gotten sending a hate ask. 

So now, princes, princesses and non-binary royalty, I give you the

TL;DR

Artists are ENTITLED TO THEIR ART. You. Are. Not. It doesn’t matter if it’s on tumblr, on google images or on the street. If there’s a signature or not. Getting money for it or not (also, since I’m here, don’t forget that art is not only visual arts, but also videos, music, podcasts and a bagillion other things. If it’s not yours, don’t post it)

You DO NOT get a say on how people should get their wage (just like you don’t get a say on how they dress, on where they go, or who they love)

When you REBLOG, you help the artist to get known. It costs nothing. When you REPOST, you’re a dick. You’re not helping anyone and you’re giving yourself more trouble than just clicking a simple button

It’s okay not to know everything, but listen when people talk respectfully

Don’t be hard on people when you can be nice. Aggravating people will only make enemies of people who can be friends

Be mature enough to accept sometimes you’re wrong

BONUS ROUND: I believed we were done, but I saw this post short after. I didn’t think it was relevant to include, but I feel like I must say something.

I’ve had it with everyone being nothing but mean and antagonizing me. I’m not the bad guy and I really want to kill myself or leave tumblr. I’m never accepted by anyone or anywhere. Hell its hard to tell my friends I’m into men and women or that I like certain things. I get rejected constantly so goodbye forever 

And later proceeded to post normally.

Please notice that your life BEING HARD does not make up for BEING A DICK and REFUSING TO BE EDUCATED. I will not refrain from telling you the truth R E S P E C T F U L L Y to protect your feelings just because you’re LGBTQ+ (specially because the you being B part was totally new information for me in this post/and I’m in the community too).

So since I’m giving moral lessons, do this for your friends. We should not stand for something we do not agree. Real friends will respect your side and reconsider. If a person hostilizes you for having a different opinion - or, in this case, being right - they’re not someone you want to have around.

PS.: I will not disclose this person’s identity because it’s irrelevant. I’m only posting this in hopes it can help someone else

PPS.: I ended up did reporting this person for giving my comic specifically the wrong credit

[space-paanda]

IV: Mourning

Okay. I should be deeply sorry for what I've written, but I'm not particularly sorry because I kind of needed to get this out of my head? I legit don't know if these characters are still dead in her story line anymore, but just to cover my tracks I had to have him die, so prewarning for that. Idk if I'll write something about death again, probably not because I suck at angst. I do fluff, not angst. Sorry!

Also, love the enthusasim I'm getting about people asking for this stuff more often. I've got an Aaron one somewhere on the laptop. Might be the next one I post.

So, please don't forget to like/reblog/follow! (Follow @Queen-of-Forgotten on Wattpad for quicker updates!)

Art & Casper is @tamaytka​'s

You rolled over in bed, looking at your phone as it laid on charge beside you. The screen was lit up to reveal the cheesy selfie of you and your boyfriend, Casper, sharing an innocent kiss. Ironically, the notification that lit up the screen was a text from said boyfriend, with just the kiss emoji.

Sitting up with a yawn, you ran a hand over your face and picked up your phone to tap in your passcode. It was routine - receive an early morning text from Casper, get up to get ready for the day, and meet him on his break. It was a routine you both cherished because it meant something in your lives was consistent.

Hey, beautiful. Hope you slept great! xx

Every morning, he sent you a different wake up text. But they always held the same cheerful tone, even if his day was going terribly when he sent it. You replied quickly, your own drowsy good morning to him, before sliding out of bed and stumbling to your bathroom to prep for the day.

It took usually two hours for you to wake up properly, following your usual routine. Shower, brush your hair and your teeth, scrub your face awake for the day before getting dressed and making a coffee. By that time, you were ready to head out and go meet Casper.

Except, today you had to wrap a present too, and tuck it into your bag.

It was his birthday, today. And he hadn't mentioned anything yet, so you had a hunch that he wasn't feeling the best, or that someone had brought down his day. After spending the last two years dating him, you kind of had a hunch about how he responded to particular events and occasions. It hurt a little to know that he wasn't happy today, but you just made it your goal to make him happy instead.

Tucking the now wrapped present into your bag, you stopped to look at the wrapping paper, admiring the cute pattern for a moment. It was a little ghost drawing, with a moustache, top hat and monocle. Chuckling, you grabbed your phone and made your way out the door as you thought back to when Casper had introduced you to the character - Barry, you thought his name was. Whenever he popped up on Facebook, you could just hear Casper quietly whisper that one phrase from a video you had stumbled onto. 'Yer a creep, Barry.' Every time, without fail.

The day was bright; the sun was out, clouds parting to reveal the gorgeously blue sky. Not a single grey storm cloud in sight. The perfect day to celebrate a birthday. Your neighbours were shut inside their own houses, as per usual, their yards yellowing and overgrown with neglect.

Unfortunately, your own yard resembled theirs, but slowly you and Casper had been chipping away at making it into the ideal little house for both of you. The lawn wasn't quite so long, and the dead trees had been removed, at least.

You made it to the bus stop, without being stopped by anyone, which was a relief. Most days the kids stopped you, begging you to play with them or to draw on the sidewalk. You didn't normally have the time - and the one day off you had, you had already made plans for. So thankfully, you were going to be on time!

-

The bus ride was short. The walk to Casper's workplace even shorter, seeing as it was just a block from the bus stop.

There he was, your white haired knight. He was picking up empty cups to place on a tray, using his blue rag to wipe down the table from any crumbs or spills. He looked tired, already, despite having only been working for an hour. He wore his signature white dress shirt, grey woollen vest and a pair of black jeans that his boss let him get away with wearing. Mainly because he had to wear a deep grey apron over it, covering most of them. Just peeking out of the apron, a notebook and a couple of pens. As well as his phone, which should've been in his locker, but your Casper had a tendency to break the rules a little bit.

It was part of the roguish charm that brought you to him, when you first came to the café with your ex.

Smiling, you semi-fondly remembered the encounter, but thought not to dwell on it. Your arm and cheek hurt at the mere memory of your previous relationship - it was hard; Casper described it as forceful, from his perspective. You had only silently agreed and just moved on. It was one of your promises to him - never to dwell on the abusive experiences you had endured with your ex.

Pausing, you squinted.

Thinking of your ex, surely wouldn't have just summoned him. It seemed like something that only happened in movies and books - think of the Devil and He shall appear. Devon, your ex partner, was stalking towards Casper at a slow pace. He was still far enough away, that Casper wouldn't see him unless called.

Maybe it was just coincidence that Devon was passing through the area.

At least, you thought it was until you saw Devon lifting his hands to reveal a weighty looking object in his hands - it gleamed silver in the sunlight, wooden accents polished proudly as it was lifted to Devon's eye level. Too late, you realized exactly what it was.

'Casper!' You screamed, unaware your throat had even made a sound until you saw your boyfriend's head lift to look in your direction, mouth hanging open in confusion and his eyebrows knitted.

The world went silent, and you saw his eyes widen suddenly as his body abruptly jerked. He dropped the cup and rag, hands coming to rest on his chest as you saw something small, covered in red, appear and drop to the ground near him.

The untucked edges of his white shirt were quickly staining red, his knitted vest beginning to sag with the weight of blood building up within the stitches. He fell to his knees, mouth wide open in a cry of agony - but you heard nothing.

You heard the silence of your world coming to a stop, eyes moving from your boyfriend to the retreating figure of your ex as he tossed his head back and laughed. Your feet moved to Casper, dropping to your own knees in time to catch him as he fell forwards, his body a heavy weight under your smaller one.

You both knew it already, the hole left from the bullet that had pierced him, was straight through his heart. Feebly, you pressed your hands onto his back, trying to stop the bleeding on one side with your own body, the other with your hands.

You could feel him slipping away.

'[Y/N],' you heard him whisper into your shoulder.

'No. Don't say a word...you're fine.' You hissed in response, silencing him selfishly.

His head lolled on your shoulder, looking up to you weakly as he gave you a lopsided grin - the usual loving one he gave you. Gradually, the light of his eyes...

[chickensmoothie-hell]

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Blog rules, disclaimers and conduct

Disclaimer: The use of this blog is for humorous purposes, with no intention to harm/bully others. Anything posted that features or is against any users on chickensmoothie is not for bullying reasons, and not to call people to bash them. Those posts are to spread awareness, and to prevent others being scammed in this game.

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This blog reserves the right to not post everything that comes in. We can’t have rules for everything, but please use common sense. If we feel something is too strong and controversial, I might privately respond to your submission instead of posting it. If in doubt, check the submission/ask rules and use common sense. I want this blog fun for everybody. c:

FAQ

Q.) Who runs this blog?

A.) I do not disclose who runs this blog, such as my Chickensmoothie username, tumblr user, and any social medias.

Q.) Can I apply for a mod position?

A.) Sorry, it’s not open for these at this time, and probably not in the future :c This blog is managed single handed, and is actually a place to get things off my chest.

Q.) Does OP bite?

A.) Nope! I admit I’m chaotic good, and hate to see kids being scammed. You’re more than welcome to interact, I don’t bite! I go by he/him pronouns, feel free to call me “Chaos”.

Q.) Is there any rules of conduct for this blog?

A.) Please see above, under the heading: “Blog rules, disclaimers, and conduct.” in this post.

Q.) What are the rules for asks/submissions?

A.) See below, at the large heading “Ask/submission rules” in this post.

Q.) Why are you against ninja trading?

A.) Ninja trading is another type of scamming, to take advantage of other players by offering crummy pets to the user’s rarest pets. (For example, a user who doesn’t know that their pet they got on December 18th is a list pet, then another user sends a trade with random rares that doesn’t equal to the list pet to the player. If they player accepts, they got scammed out of their list pet for a bunch of terrible ones.) This commonly occurs to newer players, and this scamming practice is done by players who know what the pet is worth. As for all types of scams: There is no excuse/reasoning that this is okay to do.

Q.) How do I send in a submission about someone scamming/ninja trading? What about anything concerning such as content in their signature or about art theft?

A.) Check here for sending in stuff for scammers and ninja traders: https://chickensmoothie-hell.tumblr.com/post/180539620621/december-18th-2018-is-coming As for art thieves and anything else concerning, see the heading “Ask and submission rules” heading at the bottom of this post.

Q.) Why are you against greedy demand?

A.) Greedy demand is basically driving up the cost of a pet, making players fork over much more rarer pets than what the pet’s value REALLY is. (Example: People are claiming Raven dog is worth a non, but it’s actually not that rare.) Users that practice this on purpose are actually scamming others for their crummy pet to get better pets. Demand does NOT equal rarity. Demand is USER based.

Q.) Are you against hoarding?

A.) My answer has changed for this many times, but I’m okay with hoarding. Even for Rare+ hoards. You might see old posts on this blog that’s different, but that was then. The only time I’m against hoarding is if someone is trying to hoard list and store list pets in order to remove them from the economy, and to purposely use greedy demand if they wish to trade one away. If you hoard store pets, go for it! If you like the pet because of it’s design, go for it! If you hoard ex-lists, go for it! If you wanna hoard for fun, go for it! <3 I actually do hoards, and I even recently started hoarding the 2019 store deer! It’s fun and a challenge.  In shorter terms, just don’t purposely hoard with the intent to purposely kill the pet’s value by slapping your greedy demand on it. But hoarding for fun or just simply you love the pet? Go for it! <3

Ask and submission rules

To have your ask/submission posted, you MUST follow these guidelines:

- Submissions must be tagged accordingly. If you don’t know what to tag, tag it in these three tags: chickensmoothie, chicken smoothie, submission. - No threats like killing, telling to kill themselves, harm, etc… - No slurs. (Profanity IS allowed, as long you’re not saying it every sentence and using it to insult others.) - No using your opinion to harm/insult others. This is considered salt, and I don’t allow anything like this. - When calling out a scammer/ninja trader, proof is required. Include the following when making a post:  * Link(s) to trade(s) and screenshot(s) of the trade(s) that includes the trade message. * Make sure to provide the scammer’s/ninja trader’s account #ID, since usernames can be changed easily. * (I know I have some posts reblogged without it, these are speculations and they were posted from a LONG time ago when I started this blog. If you can’t post proof, simply explain what’s going on and I can try to dig some proof. If I cannot find any proof, I will privately respond.)

- When calling out an art thief, include the following: * Screenshots of the stolen work and the original works. * Usernames of the art thief and the user(s) they’re stealing from. * Include the art thief's account #ID and username.

- *NEW* Any posts of touchy subjects to spark debate, such as politics, prolife vs prochoice, religion, and any other controversial subjects are not allowed. However, if you do see a user who is explicitly showing anything concerning on their profile/sig, you may submit it. Chickensmoothie is a kid’s site, and having anything homophobic, hatred and political shouldn’t be there. (It’s my personal opinion, I honestly use CS to get away from reality. My country sucks currently and it drives my anxiety up the wall) In other words, calling out users for having that stuff is okay, BUT don’t try and start a debate on this blog or with me. For the sake of this blog, I’m politically neutral. - *NEW* It’s okay to have an opposing opinion, but do not abuse it to insult others and to disrespect. You do have a right to Freedom of speech, but it does not protect you from any consequences if you use your opinion to harm others. I actually enjoy civil and friendly discussions, but heated debates are not allowed on this blog. It’s okay to not like something, not everyone likes everything. <3 If in doubt, just ignore. Other than that, you’re welcome to voice your opinion! Keep in mind that I will stay neutral for the sake of this blog.

—-Other disclaimers—-

- This blog was originally to take things off my chest, but now it’s a humor blog to showcase the oddest posts on chickensmoothie, and to warn anyone on any scammers and ninja traders, to even art thieves. -

- Please do not ask for my chickensmoothie username, this is for my protection, since anything can happen on the internet. -

- Disrespectful opinions/attacks against this blog and their posts are not tolerated. I try to keep an open mind when it comes to things. -

- This blog reserves the right to not answer/post any asks/submissions that is felt too extreme. Any asks/submissions just to cyberbully others is not accepted. -

- This blog has the right to block/blacklist anyone that breaks these rules, even if it’s in the form of replying/reblog replies. -

[nimuulap]

[ 30 questions ]

tagged by @thechroniclesoftrash​ //on my other account :>

RULES: answer 30 questions and tag 10 people

# following: 138

# of followers: 21 on this account and some number on my main account :0

Average Hours of Sleep: 6 hours and I need at least 8.5 to function, so I’m kind of dead

Lucky Number: 2 //sugawara’s number <3

Instruments: been playing piano ever since I was 6 ;O; I also play flute (since grade 6) and piccolo (since grade 10) in band

What Are You Wearing: grade 9 music hoodie (with FluteFishu on the side) and black tights (like... the ones you can wear as pants)

Dream Job: google!! doodler!! you get to do the research by yourself and I would love to work at their headquarters someday because it’s beautiful

Dream Trip: 1) japan! karatsu so I can take a bunch of yuri on ice pictures ;O; 2) italy! preferably southern italy and also rome! Venice is beautiful too though aaaa TTOTT 3) spain! for la tomatina

Birthday: September 7

Height: 162 cm

Gender/Pronouns: She/Her

Other Blogs: @paluumin @nimuulap

Nicknames: online: paluu, min | irl: (short version of my real name), bb, fishu, cabbage, any pun that fits in my real name, mean-mean (min min)

Star Sign: Virgo! //I’m a perfectionist :>

Time: 6:29 pm

Favorite Bands: BTS?

Favorite Artists: I love a lot of different music artists :0 but as for visual artists, I also have a lot ahaha;; mainly everyone I follow on all my social medias and a few people in real life too :>

Favorite Tumblr Artist: don’t kill me like this;;; um but I guess I admire mikkapi’s composition and perspective a lot (goals) and snatti for their composition and painting skills :0 tofuvi has beautiful concepts too! but I mean in general, if I follow an artist, I really like their art :>

Song Stuck in your Head: don’t really have one but I guess Love Scenario by iKon?

Last Movie you Watched: Shawshank Redemption (for english class) and I’m eMOTIONAL asdfjk;l

Last Show you Watched: ... yuri on ice :>

Why Did You Make Your Blog: made my art blog to post art because my friend was bamboozled that I didn’t have a tumblr blog back in grade 8 ;O; and I made this blog to scream my emotions and reblog some stuff for future use and I want this blog to remain hidden

What Do You Post: I post... art on my art account (what else lmao) as well as zine stuff, asks, requests, news etc... but mainly art! //yuri on ice art lately adsfjk; and I reblog stuff here like useful stuff like references, aesthetics, inspirations, and I post my inner conflicts

Last Thing You Googled: avocado’s number (because I forgot how to spell the actual name)

AO3: don’t have one :’)

Do You Ever Get Asks: on my art blog yeh! wish I had time to sit down and reply! ;v;;; I love each and every one of them so much asdfjkl; but I don’t get many on this blog

How Did You Get the Idea for Your URL: PA for panda (didn’t want to my signature too much and my old name was purplepandaj, so it had to start with a p) LUMI for one of the names of my OCs and MIN for my chinese name... but palumin was already taken, but my last name starts with a... double-u (w), sot there’s a... double-u in paluumin :>

Favorite Food: I love lots of foods aaaa like curry, samosas, noodles, hot pot, italian food, ice cream, sundaes, mangoes, strawberries and lots more ;O;

Last Book You Read: technically my AP chem textbook... but if you mean storybook, The Kite Runner (for english assignment) and i’m eMOTIONAL

Top 3 Fictional Universes: avengers :0 I love my boy spiderman;;; and I don’t really know any other ones because I’m always drawing so I don’t have time to read the typical books or movies you’d expect someone to know :’>

Feel free to do it if you want to ( ‘ v ‘ ) <333

[hakka84]

OP. I will say I’m sorry for the tone of my reply: you clearly are apologetic about the repost and it’s a rarity in these lands. Usually reposters just keep reposting, they don’t care that what they do is wrong. So accept my apologies for the heavy sarcasm I employed. My issue is that in the years I’ve encountered too many reposters that legitimately didn’t give a *censored* about the original artist and I always assume every reposter is just only interested in getting notes. -> I found my own manips reposted everywhere, my signature is always easy to spot and yet they don’t link me and even add a “artist unknown”. Someone on Pinterest uploaded one of mine from a reblog crediting as the original artist the person who reblogged my own post. I swear. *facepalm*

Suggestion: next time you find an art and you don’t know to whom the art belongs to or you cannot find the original post, just add a 

Original artist unknown: if you know to whom this belongs please let me know and I’ll credit the artist. And if the artist has a rebloggable post, I will cancel this post and reblog the original instead!

(or something shorter: this is very long and bothersome).

This way it will be clear the art isn’t yours and you genuinely wish to credit the artist and support them. Someone will likely tell you the name of the artist and give you a link. And, bonus point, you will have discovered a new artist that might have other arts you’ll like.

I want to say i don't mean to steal art. I just find lovely fanart and don't know the artist name. Absolutely no credit to me. Sorry if i offend anyone.

I don't know how to make gif , my drawings are poor , maybe i have some skills in writing but in spanish my native language.

Whatever all i want to say is i'm sorry