#im proud of myself okay
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i think im getting better at living in the moment
#maybe it's because i don't instantly have to think about future#but also like from past experiences#i feel truly present at something while connecting dots from past things learnt without plucking up a triggering memory#and when i feel i need to do something for whats approaching i can strategize out quickly and get on to. it#without overthinking about it or making too many theories#logical rational practical were so foreign terms for me#but i recently got a wow youre still able to think this logically from a friend who's supposed to be the most rational person around me#doesn't mean i don't start getting overwhelmed like always the emotions start to put their claws#and teeth on my skin#but ime learning to move past them before they sink in deeper#so. i get a bit of the male population experience that when they're not thinking their head is really that empty#its so calming??#this is my favorite part of me that happened this year#out of all the growth stuff i felt#im proud of myself okay#tho i do know its mainly because the workload is less without any pressure#but if i can familiarize with this concept ill be alright when it gets tough#at least i hope so
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I MADE A TMA PATCH
through sweat tears and a bleeding finger I finally have some kind of tma merch (as I live in an ass of the world where shipping for a stiker costs half a kidney)
now I have three queer flags on my bag /j
#also i haven't been drawing a lot for a while#or everything i drew was either very sketchy or oc stuff im not sure i will post yet#anyway im proud of myself and can die happy because SEWING AND EMBROIDERY IS HARD OKAY.#tma#the magnus archives#kuprum goes brr
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#durgetash#enver gortash#the dark urge#canon durge#bg3#okay okay im done sorry. ive never made a gif or animation before so im very proud of myself. hence obnoxiously tagging it w/ everything.#i did it all in a day too!#the power of hyperfocusing#cant speak on the quality of it since again; babys first gif. i dunno how all that works out or if itll look good on anyone elses screens.
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Tumblr gets the full edit before anywhere else. Good morning, Skeleton Clique.
The songs, in order, are: Mulberry Street ending, Lane Boy beginning, transition into Trees, the ending of Navigating, and My Blood. Which sounds like a really weird combination, but trust me on this one, okay?
#twenty one pilots#twenty øne piløts#tøp#clique art#tyler joseph#clancy#scaled and icy#blurryface#ned#tøp edit#twenty one pilots lore#please i worked so hard on this after getting grabbed by the hyperfixation gremlins last night#im not any sort of like. super talented editor but i am VERY PROUD OF THIS OKAY.#i even spliced the audio by myself with no help!
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Addon to [this] thing i drew.
@cnwolf-brainrot
#The “Despite everything its still you” format kills me every single time so i had to kill myself a bit harder this time or something idk#IM SO PROUD OF THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWD DAYUM#I can feel Tabs chew on my leg. pat pat your head Tabs. its gonna be okay (its not)#weapon by name#kurt wagner#nightcrawler#fanart#x-men#my art
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wonderful
#there is a ranboo that goes withthis but i didn't like how he was looking imma restart from scratch tmrw😭😭#ctubbo#michael beloved#ctubbo fanart#Guys you have no idea what i went through today like it wa fucking crazy i need to share this#so i went to the mall after school right and im going home at like 8 on the train with my friend bc i was supposed to be picked up ay her#stop right but then im told to just go to my stop and take the bus and im like ok sure but the problem is my phone is on SEVEN PERCENT and w#hen i get to the stop my moms like u have money for the bus right and im like ueah and i check and i have NO MONEY#BUT I DIDNT TELL HER ANUTHING BC I DIDNT WANT HER TI GET MAD BC I KNEW SHE WOUDKNT WANT ME TO WALK ALL THE WAY HOME AT NIGHT (FOURTY BLOCKS#So im like ok im getting on the bus now my phone is on four percent i have to WALK HOME allll that way and there's this crazy ass upward hi#ll that's like ten blocks long ITS NOT EVEN THAT BAD but like my mom thinks im on the bus so im trying to speed walk as fast as i can and i#RAWDOGGED it too because MU PHONE WAS GOING TO IDE!!!!#I made it home at two percent U guys i was so proud of myself thank u for listening#IM SO MAD IT WOUKDVE BEEN OKAY IF I WASNT IN A RUSH And also if i had music uggghhh Whatever#I bought this really cute skirt at garage hold on let me find it#lexi pleated skort color Navy blue ITS SOOOO CUTE got some new leg warmers too yesss....#I NEED TO DOWNLOAD THE TRANSIT APP i woukdve been able to attach my apple pay and buy the stupid ticket if my phonewasnnt#too dead to do al that...#Guys always make sure u carry cash with yiu goodbye
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Also turns out my artblock or whatever it is is mostly doing its thing with digital art.. i can still doodle on paper sooo have a cute automaton au moon
#fnaf moon#moondrop#dca#daycare attendant#dcamv#my art#automaton au#i made apple pancakes today#and i glued my shoe back together#and yesterday i did the dishes#beating depression one chore at a time#very proud of myself actually#but yea i am not doing too well and i dont think im gonna be okay at work tomorrow#but im gonna be fine in the end
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Dear me, you can do it ❤️🩹
#dear me#im proud of myself#im proud of you#ill be fine#ill be okay#ill make you proud#one day#someday#i dont want to be alone#depressing shit#sadgirl#sad quotes#sad boy#mental health#im not mentally stable#sadcore#tw depressing stuff#heartbreak#and heartbreak image#depressing quotes#sad thoughts#depressing life#im crying#quoteoftheday#sad quotation
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Guess who just brushed his teeth!! Yay!!!
#patting myself on the back rn#a win is a win#uhhh is this tmi#idc cause im proud of me and thats what fucking matters#brushing my teeth has been exteemely hard for me :/#its mostly the ' doing this starts a different routine/ends a didferent routine' kinda thing#in my mind it stops or starts a timeline#and i dont like that?#idk man its fucking hard#ANYWAY IF YOU SEE THIS AND YOU BRUSHED YOUR TEETH IM PROUD OF YOU TOO!!#and if you didnt#thats also okay <3#that shit is fucking hard
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bloodborne was a mistake
#you see i dont have any way to defend myself on this one#cw blood#tw blood#bloodborne#lady maria of the astral clocktower#okay but im really proud of this LMAO
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What happened after the war :
#drew this myself :')#im trying okay???#im so proud of it#i cant draw legit bodies BUT i can overly them#like coloring and shit#so anyways#stain actually lived#and toshi kiseed him while they were all bloody and hurt#and then the medics found them cuddling together passed out#and happy ending after that :3#my hero acedamia#boku no hero academia#toshinori yagi#akaguro chizome#all might#stain mha#stainmight
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i also don’t want to portray myself as faultless. my work isn’t ai and it isn’t copied. but nk will say i Had old pieces that were copied and referenced ai. Yet it isn’t good faith when i apologize, state how i took accountability, and explain thats definitely not the case today because i learned my lessons- to respond with well you made these mistakes in the past so how can i believe you, you are lying, and have not changed.
so i quit. how can i prove myself then besides what i mentioned in the last post. my question is will you even ALLOW me to prove myself. each time i must explain, i place a spotlight on something that was resolved agreeably with the artists, resolved by removing the works, and resolved within myself by learning from it. but by not saying something i also allow You to concoct narratives and have to watch people spread them around and come to me demanding apologies. it is a very uncomfortable very distressing process that has worn me down completely.
never mind that other artists who have copied have not nearly been requested to apologize as much as i have been. never mind that they were forgiven when they removed the works or even when they just say sorry and don’t remove the work at all. But you still choose to hound me afterwards for doing just that?
nk has stated that i have not fixed this. and that i must address it. how many times though? for how long also? who on this planet starts the conversation by recounting all their mistakes, especially when they know they are resolved.
i have had to learn my lessons through cruelty like yours. trust me its a trauma i have to bear and they are not lessons you then forget.
my anger and my feelings of defeat come from the fact that even after nk was still talking like i had not even attempted to make progress. just look at your tone here.
#im going to fking throw up this is the last time i will ever say this#do not come begging to be for another apology i am done#i will never address this issue again okay#i need to say this because no matter what when i see people supporting me now i feel guilty#i recognize it is just because i hate myself#it is because i havent accepted i made mistakes#but i cant accept it because people cant accept it#i cant accept it and i cant move on#and that is why i think its best to leave art#i cant make work i am proud of anymore#i dont want to list names of artists#but i will say that when king chris reposted my work without credit i viewed it the same as when i referenced other artists work#but there was no callout no request even from the comments for credit#and he has millions of followers#i felt like i could not stand up for myself because i have this history#because of this history i can never properly defend myself i feel i must always kneel to it#even though i have changed and realized i was wrong i still have to acknowledge it always
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[SSR] Rosienne Minuit - The Rose Festival
after many tears, the main star is here!! 🌟 or, Rosienne's card for my fan event (which is also, technically, his hometown event)
surprisingly, he's not in a dress this time, but i saw the coat on Pinterest and couldn't resist myself. the yellow is, of course, a reference to Belle because one he deserves to be the main character for once and second because i wanted to drive home that he's got some inspiration from her too
[ voicelines under the cut // mention of @cheerleaderman's Astrid ]
Summon Line: Ah, you should be careful around here. Wouldn’t want to get your fingers pricked by the roses, would you? When Summoned: You better not slack off, Prefect. We have to get everything ready on time. Don’t look at me like that. I’m the boss here, I can lay down. Groooovy!!: [locked] Home: How was it like growing up in a castle like this? Well, cold, mostly. Home Idle 1: I’ve been helping my dad run this place ever since I was a little kid. You can probably find lots of embarrassing photos of baby me in period clothes. Home Idle 2: Back in middle school, I never really invited any of my classmates to the festival. It’s kind of nice to do so now, you know? Home Idle 3: Somebody falling for you even despite your monstrous appearance, such a beautiful tale! That doesn’t happen in real life, of course, but it’s fun to indulge from time to time. Home Idle - Login: Yes, yes, I know, it’s weird seeing me in such bright colors. You don’t have to say it. Home Idle - Groovy: [locked] Home Tap 1: That dress looks spectacular on Astrid. Who knew he could look anything other than a sad medieval orphan? Home Tap 2: I invited Silver mostly because I’ve expected him to look real prince-like in here. And he does! His face is great at driving more guests in. Home Tap 3: My dad’s been so excited to meet my friends… and I’ve been stressed somebody will embarrass me before him. Home Tap 4: Despite her name, it is said that the Beautiful Princess valued inner beauty more than the person’s looks. I’m sure a certain someone could learn from her. Okay, okay, that was a joke! You don’t have to go repeating it to him! Home Tap 5: Riddle’s took to teach people historical tableside manners. Usually, only our staff knows so much about this sort of stuff. I’m kind of impressed. Home Tap - Groovy: [locked]
Duo Magic
ROSIENNE: You better not fall behind, pretty boy. VIL: Oh, I'd rather worry if you can keep up.
#twisted wonderland#twst#twst oc#twisted wonderland oc#twst fan event#pomefiore oc#💌 art#🥀 rosienne#ngl im quite proud of this one#tho if i have to draw ONE MORE ROSE#i'll explode i SWEAR#anyways!!#i rlly hope i'll be able to make the cards for józia + the canon boys bc ive got their outfits designed already and#im quite proud of the designs too!!#im having so much fun with this is what im trying to say#tried not to push my own oc x canon's because this is an open event and all but i allowed myself to get a little indulgent with#the duo magic lines <3#okay secret tags lore tm but#ive actually been thinking about rosie calling vil pretty boy as an insult back when they still didnt like eachother#and then it turning into a term of endearment over time.........#ugh i feel SO normal guys i swear
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sometimes I am self indulgent
#original art#art#small artist#guns n roses#steven adler#self ship#sigh okay guys looks#im kidding i cant defend myself#gen why cant i draw myself without it looking goofy#steven came out so adorable tho#very proud of him#Spotify
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good morning
a something old blurb !
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He’s been walking for over an hour, meandering down cobblestone streets while sipping on the cafecito he got from the local bakery, relishing in the early morning quiet of the city. Feeling like one of a million as opposed to one in a million, blending in with the other early risers gently reacquainting themselves with the world. How nice to feel so human, to get to live in this paradox of a day that starts this gentle and ends with him on stage in front of a stadium full of people.
There’s only three shows left, which is just mental when he thinks about it. When he thinks about the man he was at the start of this tour versus the man he is now - more like the man he was trying to be at the start of this tour versus the man he is now, feeling like he’s lived a thousand lifetimes since he first stepped foot on that stage in Las Vegas two years ago.
It’ll never be this way again, which has a certain comfort to it despite how utterly devastating a thought it is. A certain comfort to how ever changing life can be, how you can’t hold on to anything before time pulls it from your tight grasp. How all you can do is just be present and be grateful and take it all in.
And he is. And he does.
He’s quite proud of himself, if he’s honest. The way he’s been able to manage this whirlwind by surrounding himself with the greatest people to travel the world with - talented, respectful, on top of their shit. How he’s let himself celebrate the wins - and some of them have been massive - while not letting his head get too far up his own arse. How he’s abandoned his former all-or- nothing lifestyle, the way he used to let all of his relationships fall to the side when he was focused on work and touring. Instead, he has seen those relationships flourish and thrive, making him feel more complete and whole and loved than he has in ages and full of pride that he’s once again someone people go to when they need a friend, someone his friends trust will answer the phone, will be there to listen, to care, to help, to love.
He’s feeling quite sentimental as he heads back up to the rental, pausing at the gate to lean up into the sunshine one more time, taking a deep breath before slipping inside and shutting it tight behind him. He’s careful to be quiet as he slips inside the door, silently toeing his shoes off and taking off his hat, running his fingers through his hair before he hears a small clatter and a muffled curse coming from the kitchen.
He smiles, softly chuckling to himself. You’re up, then.
He follows the noise, pausing in his tracks when he finds you in the kitchen, standing there in nothing but an old t-shirt of his, sleepily frowning at the fancy tea kettle, the beams of the morning sun just beginning to peek through the windows. It’s the type of view men write songs about and he can already hear the opening notes of a fresh melody playing in his head as you tinker with the kettle, your distaste for mornings rendering the activity useless.
He creeps up behind you, placing his cup down on the counter before gently pulling the kettle out of your hands. He slides a hand along your shoulders, squeezing and kneading at the muscles while he plays with the kettle, finding the two connectors on the lid to get it to seal shut properly.
“Hmm, the magic touch.” you mumble, wrapping your arms around his waist and nuzzling your face into his chest.
“Think you’d know about that more than anyone,” he says, giggling when you groan. He squeezes your shoulders once before hugging you close, using his other hand to put the kettle on the burner and turn it on.
He leans back against the counter, pulling you into him as he spreads his legs slightly to let you settle in between, rubbing your back up and down when you melt into the embrace.
“Sleep okay?” he asks softly, smiling when you nod.
“Yeah, just slooow to wake up this morning.” you say, blinking up at him, the soft look on your face making his heart clench.
He loves you at all times of day, but there is something about the quiet intimacy of your mornings together that make them his favorite. The way you’re never a morning person but always try to be for him, where he can jump out of bed first thing, a habit formed from years of work based necessity, you take your time, sleepy pliancy making your more malleable to his touch, clinging onto him more than you usually do. Where he is more physically affectionate than not, always needing his hands on you in some capacity, you are usually more selective, except for the mornings. In the mornings, you’re all over him and he lives for it.
“Still have some of this left, if you want.” he says, handing the cup over to you. “Couldn’t finish it.”
You arch your brow knowingly at him as you take the cup from his hands.
“Oh? You just couldn’t finish it?” you gently mock.
“Mhmm,” he says back, a light flush blooming on his cheeks, knowing he has been rightfully called out. You’ve had this conversation many times, you never want a full coffee but always end up wanting a little bit of his, never wanting to order a whole cup to just take a few sips but also not wanting to steal any of his much needed caffeine. So, he’s taken to ordering a slightly bigger size than usual and not finishing it, always sure to leave some for you.
“Thank you,” you say softly, eyes aglow with affection as you smile up at him before taking a sip, humming when he tightens his arms around you and plants a kiss on your head. “How was your walk?”
“Was good, yeah.” he says, your rapt attention warming him to his toes. “Got quite emotional at parts of it. ‘S a big week.”
“Big week.” you agree, corner of your lip twitching up. “Can’t believe after Saturday, I’m going to be the breadwinner of the family.”
That shocks a laugh out of him, a full belly, head tilting back kind of laugh, relishing in the way he can feel you giggle against him, clearly proud of your own joke. You’re saved from his squirming hands poised for retaliation by the whistle of the kettle, dodging out of his hold to turn off the burner, heading over to the large selection of teas you packed, thoroughly studying your options while you finish off his coffee.
He leans back against the counter and watches you in action, mulling over your last words in his head. He knows it was mostly for the joke but it’s not the first time you’ve referred to him as your family, a slip of the tongue slowly becoming routine for you, second nature.
Words fail whenever he tries to articulate how it makes him feel. It surpasses any of the many accolades he’s been lauded with over the last decade or so of his life, the stadiums full of people chanting his name, the critics praising his work. It’s different than that, it’s somehow more than that, the feeling of someone knowing you entirely and still choosing you anyway. It’s like how it feels when he finally gets the lyrics right to a long elusive chorus, the pieces fitting right into place, impossible and inevitable all at once.
All he knows is he will do everything he can to make sure he is worthy of the title, being your family, of building one with you.
He’s closing the distance between you two before he can think about it, gently spinning you away from the counter as his hands come up to frame your face before bringing your mouth to meet his. It’s a hell of a kiss, your hands clutching at his biceps as he drags his lips against yours. It’s an “I love you,” a “thank you,” a “you’re my family too and I’m going to ask you to marry me in a few weeks” kind of kiss, doing his best to convey everything he’s feeling with each slide of his tongue against yours.
He pulls away slowly, both of you catching your breath as he kisses along your cheekbone, resting his lips on your temple before pulling back to look at you, eyes grazing across your features, his favorite face he’s ever seen.
“Bloody hell. What was that for?” you ask, laughing when he does. Being able to see the effect he has on you stoking the fire burning in his belly. The simmering look in your eyes, the way you’re biting at your swollen lips.
“Thinking about what you said,” he says, sliding his thumb along your cheekbone before trailing his hands down your body, wrapping his arms around your waist and ducking down to drag his lips across the skin of your neck. “About y’ being the breadwinner of our family -”
Your nails dig into his shoulders ever so slightly, breath hitching. So you had realized you said it, then. He pulls back from your neck to kiss you, your hand sliding up into his hair as you kiss him back, the phrase “our family” rattling around both of your heads.
“And was just thinking…” he continues, pulling back slowly to kiss along your jawline. “y’ know, with me out of work next week, ‘m gonna have to start really pulling my weight in other areas.”
He emphasizes his point by sliding a hand down to squeeze at your arse, living for the way you gasp in his ear.
“Been told ‘m a good interview,” he says, “‘nd I’ve got a list of special skills I’d think you’d really enjoy -”
“You are such an idiot,” you say, as he giggles into your neck, pulling back to stare at you, living for the way you’re softly laughing at him, his favorite sound. “But you do make some good points. Think you’re gonna have to take me to bed to be sure you’re a good fit for the job.”
“Hmm, ‘s that so?”
“Gonna be a tough one, innit?” you say, a soft smile growing on your face as you rake your hands through the hair on the nape of his neck. “My very own stay at home boyfriend.”
“”S my dream job. ‘S the dream -” he’s mumbling nonsense, praise and ramblings about his dreams against your lips, something snapping in him as he crashes his mouth to yours. He slides his hands down your thighs, encouraging you to jump into his hold as he starts to carry you back towards the bedroom, biting down on the urge to correct you, to make you say fiancé or husband, the title boyfriend not feeling like enough for him anymore.
The calm energy of the morning has given way to something electric, something that makes sparks shoot up his spine every time you moan into his mouth when he kisses you just the way you like it, a type of chemistry only the two of you create.
He wants to spend the rest of his life just like this, just right here, he thinks, as he lays you down on the bed, hastily pulling off his clothes when he watches you do the same. The morning sun making you somehow more luminous than usual. You’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen and you’re all his and he’s all yours and in the early morning hours, you’re not beholden to anything but each other. No interruptions from the outside world, nothing but the two of you right here. He wants to live in this forever.
A lifetime of mornings with his girl. What could be better than that?
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#these pics did something to me okay#im quite proud of this actually#continuing my challenge i set for myself to write a blurb for each of the final shows#i missed the last show so this is counting#harry styles blurb#something old#harry styles fic
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EVEN MORE CUTE DOTTORE MOMENTS TO MAKE YOU SMILE 🙏 (because I am too tired to post anything of quality)
#smooches talks#ouhhhh... to experience the domestic life with him...#someone motivate me to start writing actual fics again...#the dottore honeymoon fic merely has the title “medicus scriptor amorem” and “Honeymoon fic” in the actual document LMFAO#i made it on... january 27 oops#idek if im gonna stick to that name because google translate for latin is so bad omfg#(TO THAT KIND PERSON WHO SENT ME IDEAS ILY AND I PROMISE I WILL RESPOND. I PROMISE IM NOT IGNORING U)#i also have another wip i havent touched with loving the harbingers when they weren't in the fatui yet#no like seriously i think churning out 50k words did something to my writing state 💀🙏#a snippet from dottores part: Il Dottore’s strength was nearly unmatched in the Fatui being the Second Fatui Harbinger and all.#what most people do not know is that he was… certainly not the best fighter during his Akademiya days.#A claymore was also out of the question - he grumbled when he had to lug his numerous research materials and parts to the desert…#In the end you settled on teaching Zandik the basics of a sword. do with this as you will...#however i am still so proud of myself for fabulam diu oblitus#i was rereading in class bc i was bored and i was like#damn i kinda ate with this#thanks for listening to smooches mini writing life crisis if u made it here#okay i go sleep now... i have midterms this week#OMFG THESE TAGS R SO LONG IM SO SORRY
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