#i drew this on paint on my computer thats why it looks bad

[mastermindjo]

my black diamond is weird

[giuliano-fan-account]

happy pride mont

Well I guess I could share some drawings since usually I just dogpile everything I want to say into 1 post and don’t necessarily have room for the art which is sad.

So I decided for pride month I’ll just dogpile some of my art that I haven’t shown here relating to my favorites from hxh kind of being like those 60 color packs of crayons.

I draw kind of like a crazy guy and I have a fair bit of art so I’ll make a cut off line to not clog...

Btw so I dont jumpscare you the art is of Izunavi and Giuliano, Shalnark and Chrollo, & Muherr and hehe a not canon character (In that order)

Hehe i just have some portraits of Izu for fun here not necessarily ship or anything related but I just wanted to share them Since I made them a while ago and he looks very nice:

Ok but it gets a little gay here so urm: Happy pride moth:

I made this one because I wanted them to have a happy life that I knew they could never have!!!!!!

I made this one because THEY BOTH LOOKED SO GOOFY IN THAT ONE PANEL THAT I HAD TO REMAKE IT I COULDNT DO IT

just a funny little drawing for fun that I stayed up a little too late making 1 time because these guys just kind of carry me away..

On valentines day I was having a rlly bad time a really bad day and everything and then I made these guys and everything was better 

MS PAINT BRO

I made this one in ms paint and it makes me so happy man... I have it as my background screen on my computer rn i didn’t intend for this drawing to bang so hard but also I kind of drew it intending for it to be like the only house that’s not on fire yet because that’s a song that’s perfect for these guys hear me out

I made that one at like 2 am and yes it was to this song and to me it is objectively about these guys

I guess it could be a projection bc i just wanted to squeeze that guy bc hes just so funny and silly and I love these guys and giuliano is just like me for real so it’s fine 

I care about them a lot man I even made an article on the shipping wiki for them because I uhhh I uh help I urm

I have... another one that I ALSO made an article for... and it brings me extreme distress as well as extreme joy

we have our 2nd place to Shalkuro :100:

I have a lot of art for it I’ll make a post for it one day I swear and it will be insane in length because I really need help man ... If izugiuli is my comfort ship this is the REASON why I need comfort

proceeds to show harmless nice little drawings:

I saw that trend everywhere so this is a rlly recent drawing but I made them with the barbie and ken because I... well come on... its literally perfect okay

gooberish little drawing because i was bored

THIS WAS A REDRAW OF A GOOFY GARTIC PHONE DRAWING MY FRIEND MADE SO THATS WHY IT LOOKS KIND OF STRANGE I tried my best to replicate the essence

shalkuro as teens ig comfort (I relentlessly got called gay for this one Stop jules bullying 2023) 

Im a little crazy so maybe I did make another omori hxh au and a lot of it is Shalnark in the au or Shalnark and Chrollo

Redraw of the sticker because hehe

THIS IS BASED OFF OF AN UNFINISHED FIC I HAVE thats not necessarily ship related but also is but also you can interpret it any way you want and imo it’s so cute

I’ll finish it one day.

Another ms paint art but it’s inspired off of bad apple for actually no reason other than that I think it would look cool and I went through 5 stages of hell trying to draw this but I made it out fine

God I want to talk so much about Shalkuro since Shalnark is ALSO just like me for real and I actually haven’t before on this account and it’s kind of my soundboard for talking abt whatever relating to hxh but I really think I should save it for a post of it’s own..

Anyways onto the next one its a little funny thing

I shipped my self insert with Muherr as a joke ok but now its kinda funny and I like it and I actually rlly like these drawings i made for it

dont ask why he looks drunk its a long story

I had to make this it was honestly too funny for me not too and I love it so much EXCEPT for the fact that I realized that my self insert looks so much like pariston in here

Im supposed to have dark hair but I just didnt feel like coloring it in there bc the lineart looked good enough to me

but yeah muherr x jules otp forever /j

hapy pride month whoever or whatever you are whether your gay or not!!!!

dont forget to have fun and be a kind neighborly person like me 

[tsukasageorge]

8 10 12 14 16 18 artist ask

nico is carrying my entire inbox

1. what is your favorite color to work with?

pink and purple my beloved. red is cool too

2. who is your favorite character to draw?

(shoves mound of alluka drawings under the table) i do not have a favorite ahaha maybe aubrey because she has long hair 😊😊😊😊😊😊

3. what song(s) do you listen to when you do art?

a lot

4. how often do you draw?

at least every few days. it's pretty rare for me to go more than a week without drawing nowadays but i used to draw much less regularly and improved so much slower

5. digital or traditional?

digital! traditional is nice in small doses. i think im done with normal pencils i prefer either painting or like. charcoal as i recently discovered

6. tag your favorite artists/inspirations!

UH. UH. YOU DO I TAG YOUR ART BLOG OR MAIN. @shitbox-drawn my friend who's not on tumblr but she was my first art mutal ever i love her her names kyoki um. ngl i dont know anyone's name. tiucotheus (i dont wanna tag them i feel like id bother them) & yuumei art. hyperpop type art has been a pretty big inspiration for me recently i love colors

7. do you prefer sketching, outlining, or coloring?

sketching <3 lineart is to me what coloring is to normal people. it's relaxing sometimes but i need 1 million stabilzer. you already know how i feel about coloring

8. show us at least 2-3 drawings from 1-2 years ago.

this is the iconic sibling moment i was talking about. its roughly a year old now, and looks pretty stiff, but it was like. kinda insanely good for my skill at the time. pretty big point in my art history

here's one from 2021, its one of the oldest drawings i have on my computer. gilda was supposed to be there but i couldnt draw her so i gave up

9. what drawing program do you use? (if the artist does digital art)

clip studio paint my beloved

10. are you right or left handed?

right

11. warm or cool colors?

why are we pitting two bad bitches against each other..... personally i like ourple

12. draw one of your favorite characters in 15 seconds.

unlluka

14. what was something that you used to draw a lot that you don’t draw as much anymore?

um. bows i guess? butterfly wings, i really liked drawing those for a bit (i drew like 2 ever)

15. when was the last time you did art?

1 minutes ago if u count unlluka. i did draw earlier today though

16. what kind of tablet do you use? v v 

the wacom one its like. flat. no screen

17. (alternative for traditional art ) ^ ^  do you work with pencils or pens more often?

pencils my beloved

18. how long have you been drawing/ when did you officially “declare” yourself as an artist?

i considered myself an artist when i actually drew something and didn't just shade a picture. i've been drawing for probably like... 4 years now??? that's insane i swear it was 3 yesterday

19. do you like drawing short hair or longer hair more?

LONG HAIR ESPECIALLY THE KIND THAT IS SLIGHTLY WAVY

20. how often do you get art block?

not in my art block era but if i dont have an idea then yeah

21. draw one of your original characters.

not gonna lie i actually dont really like my ocs but anyways this one is nyx they're chaotic silly. remember that royal who randomly disappeared 3 years ago yeah thats them they were hanging out w some dragons this whol time

22. do you use a mac or pc to do (digital) art?

pc

23. draw your fav as a vampire

i will do this as not an ask bc i want to put actual effort into it

24. how many followers do you have? (on your art blog)

like 23 iirc but lets say 24 so it matches with the question number

25. where in your house do you usually do art?

exclusively on my bed but i drew nyx on nicos bed

26. draw urself! (it doesn’t have to be detailed)

same as 23 ive been meaning to make a meet the artist for a while

[constantlyunlightening]

Warm Ups

Day 16: Thigh Riding w/ Kenma Kozume

Warning/Other kinks: Auralism (moaning over a discord call)

I'M ONLY ON SEASON 2 OF HAIKYUU SO IF MY CHARACTERIZATION IS BAD, WE PRETEND THIS DOESN'T EXSIST.

Okay? Okay.

Disclaimer: 18+ years or older to read. All characters are 20+

You didn't miss the cat eyes that landed on you as your voice leaked from quivering lips for the first time since you had straddled his leg. Didn't miss the jerk of his upwards jerk of his shoulder - the only way he had to remind you of the headset he wore with the mic fully tugged out. Well, it was the only way he could motion to them without actually taking his hands off the controller he was balancing with between them. You knew he was on a chat - that's why you had been biting down so hard on the inside of your cheek while you drew your hips over the length of his thigh. You were all too aware of the dangers of making noise - anything that that microphone of his picked up would be broadcasted to every friend the blonde was playing with but it was hard to be quiet when you were in a bit of a rush here. Kenma had put you on a time limit.

You were well aware of your partner's attention to video games. You knew how important his tournaments or whatever was - how much he had a tendency to fixate on them when they came up. And you were fine with that. You liked seeing Kenma pumped up about things - whether it was a video game or volleyball or anything, really. You especially liked it when he was hyper-fixated on you - but unfortunately for you, today the video games won out his attention. It didn't matter that you had been clenching your thighs together all day or that your hormones were wreaking havoc on your thoughts. It didn't matter right now because he had a team that was counting on him.

It didn't even matter when you had come up to him while he was setting up, trying to convince him to skip a warm up in game for a warm up in real life - you were sure you could get him real hot if you could take him to bed for a few. You could go quick - you promised.

He had leveled you off with a simple "no." Blunt and easy. But it had made you whine. 

You weren't going to force him to but -ah- you were burning up all day. And you knew as soon as he got on that game, you weren't going to be the center of attention for hours. You half debated having a tantrum, but the more logical part of your brain - the part that knew how much of a gamer head your partner was - settled for tucking your head down in disappointment as you gave a tiny sigh of defeat. "Fine," you had murmured, chewing at your own lip. You had already begun to turn when you heard a grunt of Kenma.

"... You can sit here for warm ups at least. But then I really have to focus."

Your pouting must have gotten to him. It was a bit surprising considering how hyper focused the man could get but he had a special kind of interest in you. So even when he had an important match coming up…. He couldn't abandon you completely when you were acting like a kicked puppy. So when your eyes snapped back to him, one hand patting his thigh that he had stretched out to make a seat for you, you felt yourself ignite. It was a scramble, tossing off your bottoms and climbing over his leg, feeling the muscles there underneath your wet slit as he started up the game. Too satisfied with the time he was giving you, you weren't even bothered by how nonchalant he seemed to be as you started to rock against him, gripping onto his shoulder and the back of the chair.

"How long is the practice match?"

"Depends. Could be five minutes if we work fast," he stated simply as narrowed eyes dropped down to spot the wet mark you made on his pant leg before they flicked right back to the screen. You didn't have time to protest or ask for longer by the time he pulled up discord on his desktop. "So don't be mad if you don't go fast enough. And don't make noise."

 And with that he entered the call, leading up to your current situation, grinding your body onto his leg with the same urgency a wildfire claimed a forest - hungry for more, desperate for kindling to strengthen the flames. You had a tight enough bite on the inside of your cheek to squash most of the noises, but a longer drag with his clothes dragging against your clit had caused the beginnings of an outburst and with his mic on and thoughts on the game, he wasn't about to tell you to shut up. A quick glance and a reminder of what would happen if you did make a peep was enough. At least thats what he figured as he quickly left you too it, shouting to the discord call that the enemy was coming from the left. 

Sure, you didn't want the group to hear…. But getting off was paramount. Especially when you heard Kenma say something about the final stretch. You had to go faster, and your hips dragged down onto him, letting one hand clamp down over you mouth to further muffle any sounds as pleasure coiled inside of you. And when Kenma - in his own brand of urgency- bounced in his chair, leaning forward to get a better look of the screen, your own body felt the jolt right against your clit. You were so ready to see stars. And every time his muscles tightened, tensed, each time he would jump or shift in his seat, you took the opportunity to push yourself further to your ends. Kenma looked scrawny, but all the years of playing volley ball did build up some sort of definition in his thighs, and it was driving butterflies into your stomach now even as he ignored the way you pressed against him. Not even the tiny meals starting to sputter from your lips were getting his attention.

Closer, closer, closer.

Then his team won. And Kenma gave another bounce -poker face or not, he still showed excitement with the rest of his body. That bounce, that push up against your needy slit was the final stretch you needed to "win." You were too busy seeing stars, feeling the euphoria rushing through your veins to realize the sound that came of your lips this time was Kenma's name  and - while muffled by the hand you were crying into - it certainly wasn't contained by any stretch. It was a cry that made Kenma freeze like a cat splashed with water, thigh tensing underneath you as you fell into his side with a melted body. You didn't notice how wound up he had become. You didn't notice the way his pants had tented with you whine.  You didn't hear the outcry coming from his headset. 

"What was that?"

"Kenma, is that-"

You didn't notice Kenma start scrambling to throw his headphones off his head and away from you - not until you heard the thud of them landing on the floor and your eyes fluttered up to look at the source of the noise with a blissed out hum, before you peered back up to Kenma through dark lashes. "Why did you do that?" You questioned, only to notice the color painting his cheek, his hand covering his mouth to try and hide his visage. He wasn't usually so expressive, but you had been a bit too preoccupied with your tingling nerves to realize how loud you had been - you were a bit too satisfied to realize why he could be freaking out. 

Face hot, eye twitching, he almost looked frustrated. Because of you? It wasn't like it was the first time you had come undone for him and usually he could keep more neutral than this, but maybe it was from the peels of laughter and shots of his name coming from the padded headphones that had been chucked away.

He swivled in his chair and was quickly exiting from the discord, making you sleepy cock your head to the side. "Your game?' You questioned as his computer screen went dark with a few pushes of buttons. He was trying to regain his composure but as well as he could hide it in his face, he didn't have the same luck containing the way his blood was rushing between his legs after having listened to you cry out for him. He hadn't even done anything, yet you got out his name like a needy little thing. No shame in letting all of his friends hear either. 

There was no way he wasn't going to stay on the mic and let the group mess with him over it. 

Besides, he wasn't exactly in the mood to concentrate on gaming anymore. His fixation has shifted. And without an answer to his question, he was shoving you off his lap, only so he could stand up and drag you off to the bedroom instead. He didn't want to think about gaming anymore. He was suddenly much more interested in hearing that pretty little voice of yours.

[letstalksymphogear]

Symphogear, EP.7 (Cont.)

“i have not now, nor ever, liked this creepy ass church elevator.”

“kanade please get out of my head, just because im hungry doesnt mean you have to tell me every time i am”

Hibiki finishes getting a full body X-ray. She’s fine.

“that anime protagonist immunity is really kicking in well!”

“by the way, your wife is here! and she’s looking mighty miffed., as opposed to me, mighty milfed.”

“you dont strike me as a mother figure but ill play along for now”

“i just hope miku’s okay...”

“oh, she’ll be fine! see, i’ve seen these kinds of plots before. big secret revealed, another lover is shown, the victim watches as they’re thoroughly cheated on, and they get to lik-”

“please stop breathing”

Genjuro’s wasting away again in Margaritaville. Looking for some daughter to adopt. SOME PEOPLE SAY THAT THERE’S A, WOOOOMAAAAAN TO BLAAAAAAAAAAME, BUT HE KNOWS

XYLOPHONE RIFF

THAT’S IT’S ALL HIS FAULT

XYLOPHONE RIFF

“i hate it when he gets like this. jimmy buffets not a good look for him.”

“for once you and i agree. seeing the commander sulk like this like a middle aged perma-tourist is genuinely miserable”

“hey homies! im back and i brought some bitches! oh, jesus, why does this place smell like mistakes in miami?”

“its me. im sorry. every time i feel like i failed as a dad, my anti-dad energies manifest. imagine every midlife crisis rolled up into a single ball, smacked into the face for eternity. thats the depth of my pain for failing this girl.”

In a moment of positivity, the friendship between Tsubasa and Hibiki is cemented.

> Tsubasa has joined the party.

“FRIENDSHIP!”

“fweindship.”

“uuuuhhhhh... dadship? yeah thats close enough.”

“WE’RE ALL GOOD FRIENDS!”

“ya tiddies are ringing again, better go get it”

Ryoko also points out that Hibiki’s relic is fusing with herself at an alarming rate. This is important to keep in mind.

Meanwhile, at night.

Miku is posing in the motherly “you done fucked up, where have you been young lady” position. A cold scolding is coming.

“.........................hey miku......”

“you can come in. are you worried im gonna bite? you suplexed a car. that shouldn’t be an issue anymore.”

“miku, i.... i wanted to tell you.... but.... the plot wouldn’t let me, miku....”

“should’ve told the plot to fuck off anyway. now you’re gonna live with that. you’re sleeping... on the bottom bunk.”

“b.... b..... b...... b.... b...... bottom bunk...?”

They slept separately that night. God, this is so stupid. All of this is so goddamned stupid. “I’m so mad at you even though you saved my life.” This is just so. AUGH. THIS IS DUMB. KANEKO WRITE BETTER ANGST THAT MAKES SENSE THAT ISN’T THIS.

Meanwhile, far away from this garbage...

Chris, having been evicted from Fine’s McMansion, wanders the streets of mumblemumble aimlessly. Don’t be fooled by her new fancy dress. Basically, she’s a combat-competent hobo.

“no food. no home. no victories. this sucks. whyd you do it, fine? we coulda been great together. but no. ya fired me. now i look like im prancing the red light district with a highly advanced superweapon around my neck.”

“no... hibiki’s to blame. ever since that genderbent little mac showed up to fight me, it’s been all downhill. fine thought me a laughstock because i couldnt take out her oversized boxing gloves, and now she beat me while i had nehushtan. god... i wish i never met that damn hamster faced chubby cheeked nerd.”

“wait, whats that crying”

Chris spies two kids talking to each other, one of them crying. Chris immediately makes an assumption, believing the big bro is bullying his sis.

“hey! stop nicking her lunch money, twerp”

Chris currently is a firm believer of corporeal punishment.

But the sister deflects the blow. Chris can’t even defeat children right now. Truly, this is a record low for her. You know you blew it when even kids are schooling you on basic morality. She then tells the little girl to stop crying, ironically mirroring her brother.

The infamous double T-Pose maneuver. Chris, you might as well get a shovel and start digging your own grave.

“i keep doing bad things badly, and now im doing good things badly... when fine said i was bad... did she just mean im not talented?”

Chris, finally, does a good thing and helps these kids find their parents.

“yeah. hibiki saved a kid when she got her gear. guess what? bam! im saving two! that’s fifty percent more kid per kid saved. take that, weirdo.”

The kids call her out on Chris singing unconsciously, and Chris gets flustered over it. Dawwwwww.

Chris manages to get them to safety to their Dad...

...while brutally lying about it, making Chris look like a predator. There’s a very crushing irony at play here, given who Chris used to serve.

“ugggggggggggggggghhhhhh hes not even gonna payyyyy meeeeeee why the fuck did i dooooo thiiiiiiissssss”

“hey, you know. you kids have a really nice relationship with one another. care to give me tips on how to be an empathetic human being capable of making friends?”

“maybe we’re born with it”

“maybe its maybeline”

“maybeline...”

Meanwhile...

A cold wind blows through Lydian Apartment 69-L. (I don’t actually know if that’s their room number, I just made it up.)

“jesus take the wheel, because i’m jumping out the passenger seat to save this current wreck of a relationship”

“miku please i saved your life, doesnt that count for anything”

“you already killed me the moment you lied. also im taking the bottom bunk so i dont have to see your face coming down the ladder.”

“miku you cant hide in this depression den forever. i know i hurt you and im sorry for it, but please understand i literally couldnt do it. you saw there were punches and violence and stuff... i didnt want you tied to that...”

“what was that? i cant hear your apologies over my incredibly loud snoring. SNOOOOOOORE. SNOOOOOOOORE. SNOOO- fuck, i just swallowed my spit, fuck”

“i hope this cocoon of displeasure you’ve made for yourself lets you erupt into a butterfly of acceptance so i can fly with you again.”

“......thats not fair. you cant say those beautiful metaphors and get away with it. let me be mad... sniff... let me be mad...”

Sadness wafts in the den of lies Hibiki has been forced into.

No music plays. There is only heartbreak, and woe.

In the midst of this pain...

Ryoko loredumps about how the Symphogears work and are immune to the noise on her blog, ‘hornyonmainforscience.org’, her hybrid science journal slash kink zone. It’s mostly a recap with some pretty good soft techno beats in it.

“i made a custom brew of red bull, five hour energy drink, coffee, and cream. i call it gamer girl piss.”

“damn. that’s some good piss.”

She muses about how Hibiki has managed to break the limitations of her Symphogear, making her a totally unique specimen. Wait, where have we heard this before...?

Hey... Ryoko... let’s just... cool it a bit with the Hibiki pictures... come on...

Ryoko touches upon the Custodians and the Curse of Babel. We ain’t touching that shit until later, because that’s another shitfuck box of crazy just ready to jump us in a dark alleyway to rob us of our wits.

Back to Lydian:

“miku whats the answer to the first three multiple choice questions”

“B. A. D.”

“oh, thanks. huh, BAD.”

“yeah. you are.”

“mmm. taste likes dissapointment. just like my life.”

“hey table for two haha get it cause there’s two chairs and miku for the love of god, please, forgive me”

“ive surgically removed my eyes and drew eyelashes over them with sharpie so i dont have to see your bird bangs.”

“thats very rude to both me and my hair. also, wig.”

Even Hibiki’s meal is judging her. Mainly for not eating it. Fucking look at this. God, that looks amazing. Fuck, why did I write this while I was hungry.

“miku you cant do this forever. i might die and youll end up crying on my tombstone going ‘oh god, why, oh god’, and really, i cant live with myself if that happens. mainly because id already be dead by then”

The Anime Janai crew show up to break some icebergs with a goddamn sledgehammer. As the self-aware Gods of this realm, they got very tired of this poor display of angst, and have decided to directly intervene.

Nevermind. They came for her kneecaps, and they most certainly got them.

PLEASE. I’M BEGGING YOU. END THIS GARBAGE PLOT THREAD.

“look. imma lay down the facts. yall are gay. yall are in love. yall are angry for the wrong reasons. its nobody’s fault here but the writer. so please kiss and make up. pretty please.”

“kaneko... you fool... we all know what the original sin is. its your hack writing making this stupidity in the first place. let the pencil go, asshole!”

They bring up the fact that Hibiki isn’t doing her work and wonder if she has a job on the side, which isn’t allowed by the school. Miku gets annoyed and bails, with Hibiki running after her. Unfortunately, Miku runs faster...

“oh god miku not the rooftop whatever you’re thinking just dont do it! please!”

“no. i came here to angst, since this is the Maximum Angst Zone.”

“i..... okay! okay, that’s fair! rooftops are the perfect place to look sad while getting proper air ventilation, thats fine”

It really would have been better played if it was played off that she felt hurt not because of the lie, but because she felt like she could have helped her better having known the truth, and it being a self-loathing sort of scenario for not being there better for her and not fully understanding the risk at play.

But no, instead, we get this.

Absolutely obliterated. A heart ripped, shredded, and sent to the Shadow Realm.

The episode ends on that note, but has a post credit scene.

Naked. On an old timey telephone. On a computer. Wearing stockings and long gloves.

The main antagonist of the series, everybody.

She’s talking the best English possible to some random-ass American when suddenly bursting through the scene is none other than:

“I WANT WORKERS COMPENSATION YOU BITCH, BEFORE I UNIONIZE YOUR NAKED ASS”

“AND I WANT A GOOD REFERNECE FOR MY FUTURE EMPLOYER, AND ALSO A SEVERANCE PACKAGE SINCE I’M FUCKING HOMELESS”

“i paint my eyelashes with mascara made from the tar of freshly carbonated corpses manufactured through noise, what on gods green earth compels you to think id give a rats ass about you?”

“so you never cared, huh! you’re just a nasty naked hedonist trying to- trying to- what the fuck are you even trying to do?!”

“i want to live the dream every spicy little fossil like me yearns for.”

“I WANNA FUCK GOD!”

“how- what? what? how do you even- what? are you- do you want to be the pope? is that it? does the pope get to fuck god? are you- is this a larping thing? you’ve really been into larping lately! i don’t like this!”

“youve never read the old testament, have you. ass out, pussy bare, hips up and barefoot. that’s how god’s always liked it.”

“now get lost, punk. you tipped off my hand to genjuro and now you being here is going to ruin everything. if you still feel any semblance of devotion, eat one of your own bullets and call it a day.”

“it’s 2012 bitch, if the mayans dont get you, I WILL”

“what god gives, He takes away, and so do i. i built you from the ground up. your relic, which was good for jack shit on you. the nehushtan, which you failed to do anything with except zap a couple hundred people. stop wars? you’re a walking war, waged by me, for me. and your cartridge has just run out of bullets.”

“uh oh! hand’s acting up again! better bail before i send you back to smacktown where all the bitter little shittalkers like you strut around spending their lives being useless as hell.”

“ah fuck, im not dealing with no manos: the hands of fate bullshit again”

“and guess what else i got on motherfucker”

“i see the union efforts have officially been busted. understandable, have a nice day ma’am”

“LEAVE.”

“I’M GOING, I’M GOING”

[beaten-upfox]

ii had a post about that almost 30yo person who mocked “shitty vent” artists, pilling up vent comics with cringe-culture (as thats still a thing by now) and guilt-tripping others intentionally and i wanted to add my two cents on it since it targeted me(? not specifically, just “people like me”) but my computer force restarted on me so i lost everything coherent i wrote in it; so here’s some things i wrote in using just a few broad sentences

-they said it themselves that that post wasnt supposed to be so popular, ironically, “criticizing” something so specific, and kinda popular, is going to easily get traction

-giving the benefit of the doubt and assuming they criticized JUST the people who do it to publicly to vague someone and guilt trip them when they see the post; not only that that petty attitude existed way before vent comics existed, it can also be easily ignored. 

Person doesnt know u and vagues about u to seem like a victim? they dont know u, just ignore them, theyre doing just that, playing the victim. You don’t need other strangers opinions of you. Theyre strangers.

Person is a good bud/friend of yours? Ask them about it, no relationship is worth feeling like youre hurting someone you care for, if youre truly certain theyre talking about you, they probably just dont trust you as much as you’d like. Comfort them and reassure them that you want them to be open to you and they shouldnt be afraid when theyre upset

but they werent referring to that, they specifically targeted “shitty vent furries”. This happens with any fad that gains traction. They included it into cringe culture, because its not something high effort, its something (not always!) that is just feeling, intensity, scribbles; theyre just like “lol look at these weirdos theyre trying so hard to be relatable! lol its unhealthy to be this way! I pretend im caring when i really dont give a crap! I have a superiority complex lol! im a good person!” This “type” of art, of just blunt feelings or imagery is used in therapy to help the patient more often than not. And if people don’t hurt themselves or others, it’s really completely not harmful.  And guess what! There are a lot of kids! That draw stuff like this, trying to figure out their emotions. Their art might not be the best or not even make any sense. Maybe to you it feels like super mundane, but for them it feels really really bad. There are a lot of mentally ill people, kids, adults!, using it as just, like i do, a way to express the “obsessive thoughts”. In the end its not the artist’s responsibility to take care of the “kids” on the internet. (aside of tagging things appropriately, it’s not their fault some just look up for this stuff? they dont want to feel alone, even if it can be toxic, but really we werent talking about this were we?)

Why did you feel the need to just categorize something into cringe culture when its something that has traction to teens and the mentally ill?  (just my complete personal experience with this type of art under the readmore feel free to ignore)

in my personal experience, vent art has helped me stop so many of my worse coping mechanisms, self harm, usage of (unprescribed) drugs, smoking, drinking, not eating, just to name a few. Sure some of i still do, like smoking, not eating (unintentionally!) but ive gotten better

I’m trying to remain anonymous, i try to only talk about myself, and my experiences, i want people to know theyre not alone, but what happens with me does not mean it happens with everyone, so please dont say that im talking about everyone else’s experience ever, because im not. I’m talking about how fishy I think it is about someone talking about a petty act and targeting it towards people who most of the time use it as a coping mechanism. Dont assume the worst in people, but dont assume the best intent either.

of course it took more than just a few scribbles on a computer screen or paper, more initiative, like proper sleep and diets, people helping me. But for a huge portion of my life i didnt have anyone to help me, art has helped me get started into getting better. I wasnt shunned when i just scribbled things on paper, drew blood (as in painting not.. yknow), seeing people freely expressing themselves, no matter their skill, helped me know im not actually as alone as i thought.

I am very sleepy, this is completely out of the ordinary, but i want you to know, you who are reading this right now, when uve gotten so far into my blabberings, thank you for looking, or even listening. You don’t have to agree with me but it is what it is. People are different, and have different experiences. All im saying is that, it feels youre out of control, and when people just insult something, even if you may consider it cringey, theyre insulting a person, and youre just calling their emotions cringe. Imagine that. People are not exempt from criticism. Any type of art isnt exempt from it. But this type of “Criticism” is very specific and its really unnecessary/vague. Irony!