#but I have to take care of myself

[linklethehistorian]

how much for you to write a verlaine x reader one shot

Hello dear anon! Thank you so much for your question; I think it’s very, very sweet that you find me a good enough writer that you’d be interested in paying me to write something for you! 🥺💖 That is a huge compliment to me; really, it is.

Unfortunately, if you check my F.A.Q.s, I already have this answered there. For your convenience’s sake, I’ll repost it here, however:

Questions Regarding the Content on My Blog(s)

Q: Do you take commissions/requests?

A: Not currently, sorry! Maybe some other time! My artwork typically takes a long time for me — and a ton of energy — to create, and I’ve found in the past that taking commissions and requests is extremely taxing on my mental health, and hard to keep up with, so it is not likely to be something I will do often, if ever at all. If I do open commissions, I’ll certainly make a post about it.

I know this only explicitly mention my artwork, but it covers my story writing, as well; I used to take commissions for some things, and I learned the hard way that it was very not good for me. As I said, when it comes to commissions and requests of artwork or fic, please operate under the assumption that if there are no current posts stating commissions or requests are open, then I am taking them at this time. Even when I ever do, those instances will likely be very limited and probably fairly specific in what type of content they allow; for example, right now, I do have art requests open, but only for a very specific thing, and anything outside of that will be rejected.

I’m sorry to disappoint you, as I find it lovely that you are so interested in my work, but I have to take care of my mental health first and foremost and that means being firm in my boundaries during situations like this, even when it is tempting to do something for someone else’s enjoyment.

HOWEVER! While I do not take commissions or requests for fanfics at this point in time, I have always been very open to taking asks about headcanons for certain characters — and that includes relationship headcanons!

So, to make it so you don’t necessarily walk away with nothing, I will make a post about Verlaine relationship headcanons (his sexuality, what he’s like in a relationship, what type of person he’s likely to fall for, etc.) in just a little bit.

(I’m pretty sick right now, so I don’t know how fast I’ll get it out, but I’ll certainly try.)

[wanderingibon]

anya deserved so much better

[artkaninchenbau]

A h-heartfelt reunion..?

Bonus

[thegardenofbae]

Not be to be one of those people, but life improved significantly once I started to exercise consistently, and I became more intentional with what I ate. My health became a priority, and everything started to align again.

Love it or hate it, it makes such a huge difference. Make your well being your highest priority and life will start to flourish in unexpected ways 🤍

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[teaboot]

Me: I appreciate that you keep bringing me tupperware leftovers but you really really shouldn't, you're going to lose a lot of containers

My brother, handing me the 10 thousandth container of leftovers: Oh yeah I forgot to ask when are you bringing those back

Me: You don't want them back.

My brother: What did you do

Me: Better question: what did I NOT do

Him: ...

Me:

Him: Oh my god

Me: Yeah

Him: You haven't been WASHING THEM?

Me: Bruh I'll be honest I haven't even been eating most of them

Him: Oh my god

Him: I have been bringing you lunch since-

Me: Halloween

Him: OH MY GOD

Me: Yeah

Him: It's been- we JUST bought those containers

Me: I'VE BEEN TELLING YOU TO STOP

Him: WHAT THE HELL

Me: I HAVE TOLD YOU SO MANY TIMES TO STOP

Him: IF I DONT FEED YOU, YOU DONT EAT

Me: I AM AN ADULT I PACK FOOD

Him: WHAT FOOD

Me: I DONT KNOW, FUCKING. SPAGHETTI

Him: IN WHAT? IN WHAT? YOU DONT WASH YOUR FUCKING TUPPERWARE

Me: I DON'T *BUY* TUPPERWARE CAUSE I KNOW I WONT WASH IT

Him: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU CARRY THE SPAGHETTI IN

Me: Bags

Him: What

Me: Ziplock fucking bags

Him: YOU'RE EATING SPAGETTI OUT OF BAGS

Me: IT'S LESS WASTEFUL

Him: HOW is it less wasteful? HOW?? You're throwing out a plastic bag every single day!

Me: It's better than throwing out tupperware!

Him: TUPPERWARE IS REUSABLE

Me: NOT IF YOU DONT WASH IT

Him: WHY THE FUCK NOT

Me: I DONT DO DISHES

Him: THE FUCK YOU MEAN YOU DONT DO DISHES.

Me: I hate doing dishes. You KNOW I hate doing dishes. I have ALWAYS HATED DOING DISHES you KNOW this

Him: WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN EATING OFF OF

Me: PLASTIC BAGS

Him:

Him: You're a fucking trash monster

Me: You wore the same pair of Shrek pants every day for two years

Him: When will you let that go

Me: I will never let it go

Me:

Me: ...thank you for the lasagna

[ping-ski]

i know the pain is nauseating. i know you are disappointed. i know you feel betrayed. i know it feels hopeless and bleak. i know you're tired.

please don't disappear.

please be kind.

please continue to take care of yourself.

please keep living day by day.

please live. out of spite. out of hope for a better tomorrow.

if you are POC, queer, femme, trans, disabled, you are loved. you are wanted. i may not know you, but i love you with my whole person. there is still good in this world, this isn't the end.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Another year has passed, and with it the opportunity to reflect back on all that has happened. While my growth was not as dramatic as last year, I can still see lots of positive change.

I'll never have enough ways to say thank you for all the love and support you have given me this year. On to 2025!

(2023 summary here!)

[oppossums]

remembered something about my ex accidentally and...

if you quiz your partner about how much they love you in the sense of like literally asking them to verbally list how much they you and what they love about you on the spot and then getting angry at them when they don't say the "right thing" right away, i hope you know how shitty you're making someone who likely genuinely cares about you feel. it's like telling them you don't believe they love you or that their intentions are bad without actually addressing any specific issues.

this is where actions speak way fucking louder than words. i know when someone cares about me because they pay special attention to me, and the things i care about. and i do the same for them. i know when someone loves me by how they take the time to send me a message or a funny meme or something they think i'd like. i know someone loves me because they remember food i don't like even when i might forget it. there are 1001 different ways someone might be showing you how much they love you and if you're only looking for shallow validation you'll miss every single one of them.

love is attention, it's not just words or promises or constant grand gestures, it's in every little thing you do for someone in the hopes of making their life a little easier. that goes ESPECIALLY for loving yourself. i'm really starting to see how if you don't really work on taking care of and loving yourself like the one true love of your life that it becomes near impossible to show anyone outside of yourself much care. i'm not saying it's impossible to love if you don't love yourself, that's toxic bullshit, but actively not loving and caring for yourself DOES make everything in life more difficult -- including loving others.

[wh0r3zzz]

I'm so tired of feeling like this.

[dorothywonderland]

BRO LITERALLY DOXXED HIMSELF TO THE CYCLOPS. he was asking to get jumped come on

[canisalbus]

uh hi hello!! first i wanted to say i am deeply in love with your art (god those shapes, these lines, texture, anatomy, expression, EVERYTHING) and your latest drawing just moved something in me i cant quite grasp it, been thinking about it for a couple days. sooo i felt inspired and made myself a smol little machete out of uh wild clay so i could kiss him on the forehead before going to sleep, i hope you're ok with that? (also sorry he's kinda wonky, me and acrylics hate each other haha)

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[teachyouhowtodothesponge]

Hello everyone! :) I hope you are all doing well! I have been at college, and it's been pretty busy work. Here are some WH doodles I made yesterday!

[spindlewoed]

Look, listen. The smoker on the balcony is obsessed with beauty and the fine arts while Cindy the skull is a contemporary artist all about activism and I need them to interact so badly because they would have THEE most heated art debate of the century. Cindy would eat him alive but that's not the point their back and forth would be legendary you don't even know. Lesbian on gay man violence.

[ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously]

They both lost their team and their teacher....

[shirecorn]

I want to vape water so bad. It looks like fun and I remember sucking the mist from my mom's miniature rock fountain and laughing out clouds of distilled water and a little bit of dirt.

Tiny horses we dipped in and out of the fog, mistepped and broke their tiny legs, left them too close to the little motor which somehow sprouted blisters on their plaster hides.

Spinning sticks in the embers trying to make smoke rings before we get scolded for playing with fire.

Ok I'm an adult now can I play with fire? Can I play with water?

What are they packing into those pens that rots our lungs and blisters and scars and does such fun things we call "popcorn" like it's a snappy bright flavor of addiction?

Can I just play with it?

I don't trust anyone to make toys in an industry whose mission statement is to hurt and harm in 10 colorful new flavors!

Literally it's just clouds. You made clouds into polkadot poison and gave it to kids like bubbles and a wand.

We have to laugh and mock and boo and try to make it uncool to somehow stop the damage but fuck, it IS cool! It's dragon's breath without the biting cold of winter but you went and made it sick.

Man what the hell. Imagine if bubbles could kill you.

Why did they do that?

I'm going outside to find cool sticks. I just wish I could bring the clouds with me.