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@rumibelle
So.
this morning I woke up with a freaking itch on my brain that I needed to scratch, otherwise my brain would truly flip (don't ask, by now you know my cerebellum does as he pleases lolol).
I needed to draw Aranea with traditional Drow colouring, and FML, I AM ONTO SOMETHING, LEMME TELL YOU.
So I decided to go for the moment she tore her heart out of her chest and had Mephistopheles froze it (I can already see Mephisto smiling under those moustaches of his, all pleased with himself because his plan is coming to fruition and Aranea is falling more and more into his grap fml).
Like, It's a tad weird seeing her with these coloring, compared to the one I usually draw her with, but I would be lying through my teeth if I were to say that they do not suit her beautifully fml.
SO NOW I AM TORN BETWEEN KEEPING HER NORMAL COLOURING OR COMING UP WITH AN EXCUSE (already have in case I decide to go down this route, just fyi) AS TO WHY SHE DOESN'T SHOW HER DROW COLOURING.
Ah, fuck it, I always put myself into brambles lololol
WELL ANYWAY.
I hope you will like this small quick sketch I did just to envision this itch lolol
--Nemo
Neurodiverse Relationships and Trust
I recently came across the statement that a Neurodivergent's ālove languageā is Trust.Ā
Now if youāve been living under a rock and donāt know what love languages are, itās a system of how different people express love to the people in their lives.Ā The five identified ālanguagesā are Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch, Quality Time, Acts of Service, and Receiving Gifts.Ā This is not a post about that, but there are plenty of resources online if you want to look it up.Ā
Thereās been content circulating in recent times about āNeurodivergent love languagesā which is quite good, looking at some additional ways a Neurodivergent person might express their affection - Infodumping, Body Doubling/Parallel Play, Support Swapping, Deep Pressure, and Penguin Pebbling (more info here: https://careclinic.io/neurodivergent-love-languages/).Ā Ā
Getting back to the idea of Trust as a love language, I would disagree that it is a ālove languageā in itself.Ā Rather, Iād say that Trust is the foundational requirement for a healthy relationship to flourish - itās the umbrella under which love can be expressed. And itās intrinsic for the survival of a Neurodiverse relationship. Ā
See, a lot of Neurodivergent people have ālearnedā that showing others our true selves is often the quickest pathway to rejection. What is ālearningā?Ā At a base level, ālearningā is the acquisition and retention of knowledge for future application.Ā It is the ability to comprehend that x + y = z, and to later apply āyā to āxā to get āzā because we know that is the formula for a successful outcome.Ā
People learn all kinds of things. We learn mathematics.Ā We learn to spell our own name, to tie our shoes.Ā We learn how to boil water and make soup. We learn that socks and sandals are a combination to be mocked.Ā We learn that humans make mistakes. We learn that touching a hot stove hurts.Ā We learn that love hurts.Ā
And what do we do with that knowledge?Ā We retain it for future use.Ā We use math to sew and cook and create. We use appropriate tools to avoid physical pain.Ā We use social cues to avoid emotional pain.Ā We learn to exercise caution in relationships, because we know they can fail.Ā We avoid circumstances that have harmed us in the past.Ā Ā
It can be hard to unlearn things. Because in fact you never āunlearnā something - itās always there, embedded in our brains.Ā All we can do is add to, overwrite, amend and adapt the knowledge weāve gained through past education and experiences.
Neurodivergent people ālearnā early on that we are different, that we donāt quite fit in, that some of the things we do are odd or āquirkyā.Ā We learn because we are told that our whole lives will now be a series of masks and pretending to be "normal", a pretension that will often demand every resource in our bodies and leave us exhausted for days, weeks or months. We learn that our emotions and natural responses to things are unregulated and unacceptable.Ā
Some of us only know that we are different, but never know why.Ā A lot of us end up choosing to shut down, to shut the world off, or to seek out other neurodiverse people for our primary social circles. Some of us give up on finding love, on finding acceptance, indeed, on even finding a place for ourselves in this world at all.Ā
This is why it is absolutely necessary to know that when we do open up, when we do choose to trust another human enough to let them through our defenses, that weāre not inadvertently subjecting ourselves to yet another instance of being othered.Ā That weāre not going to experience ridicule, condescension and disdain just for being ourselves.Ā Because we are weird - and we know weāre weird - but we donāt want to have to mask around the people who should accept us at face value.Ā
Iāve got a particular stim that past partners have made fun of me for doing.Ā Iāve been called weird for talking to myself and made fun of for instances of involuntary echolalia. Iāve been coerced into social occasions because my partner hasnāt understood my battery is way too low. Iāve been forced into conversations I didnāt have the energy for just because I didnāt want the other person to be upset. Iāve been patronised by partners for failing at a task they thought was easy. Iāve been dismissed by partners during moments of vulnerability, because they didnāt understand how the things I was being exposed to could pose a challenge for me, because it didnāt for them. Ā
Of course, thereās always going to be misunderstandings, and the need for communication lines to be kept open and flowing to combat those misunderstandings will always be present. Humans are always going to find other humans weird.Ā But we need to know that the people we choose to spend our most intimate moments with are not going to judge us for being weird.Ā We need to know that theyāre not going to fetishise our quirks.Ā We need to know that theyāre going to be supportive, no matter what.Ā
If we feel like we are being othered or forced into situations where we will need to mask around a potential partner, it only creates barriers to the fostering of that relationship, or even brings the premature conclusion of what could have been a potentially good partnership.Ā Ā Ā
Some personal examplesā¦Ā
I was chatting to a guy a few years ago who wouldnāt stop bombarding me with messages.Ā He said all the wrong things, through no fault of his own, and I didnāt have the words to be able to tell him. He finally started hurling passive aggressive phrases at me until I blocked him.Ā (Interestingly, he still follows me on Instagram!)Ā
I was dating someone during an intense period of stress where my ability to be verbal was wildly fluctuating, and he didnāt understand that sometimes an emoji or meme was all I could manage, even after I summoned enough spoons to tell him that. He laughed off my meme-speak as an āattempt to be funnyā and kept trying to force conversation. Needless to say, he didn't last long either.
Another person I met was fairly āmainstreamā - normal job, normal style of dressing, typical cishet "guy" interests like pub rock and footy. He constantly commented favourably on my alternative style of dress, my alternative hair, asked me to take him to a goth club some time, etc.Ā He said heād never met anyone like me and it was ācoolā how I was so ādifferentā.Ā Yet whenever I tried to deepen our connection and share some of my challenges on the spectrum, he either didnāt want to or was unable to understand that the very thing that made me ācoolā in his eyes also presented barriers he would have to acknowledge in order for us to take things to the next level.Ā
Even recently, I had brunch with someone who really wanted to meet me, and the conversation kept cycling through me sharing something about myself and then having them question why I had said or done this, why didnāt I just do that instead, etc. It was exhausting and as a result I didnāt give this person a second date.Ā Ā
So assuming I even have the spoons to be able to navigate the hurdles necessary to form a significant connection, I now have a huge amount of trust-trauma, a kind of trust bankruptcy if you will, and no desire to ābe myselfā around a potential partner only to have that backfire in my face again.Ā
But the feeling of being loved and supported unconditionally is amazing, when you can achieve that with someone. When you feel you can be your most authentic self with someone, you have the confidence to let them laugh with you, because you know theyāre not laughing AT you.Ā And when you know the person youāre with isnāt going to judge you, that you donāt have to monitor every word or action, that you donāt have to live every moment self-consciously, that you can be as weird as you want and let your freak flag fly and theyāre not going to walk away - now THAT is pure magic.Ā Ā
So I guess the TL;DR here is - Trust is not just a nice-to-have, itās a must-have.Ā Especially for Neurodivergent people who are often operating on a deficit of trust. Because a lot of us have had the world telling us weāre weirdos from the moment we were born, and itās so refreshing and soul-restoring to sit confidently in a relationship environment that celebrates our weirdness as uniqueness, without judgement.Ā Itās like being able to breathe fresh air again, after being underwater for far too long.Ā Ā
I cannot promise that things will get better. I hate when people say that shit to depressed folks.
But eventually as time passes by, you just find more reasons to stay alive.
This is why having interests, hobbies, relationships and privilege are so important.
These things make us feel alive for the most part.
If you need me Iāll be living in the cinemas
I love you "boring" female characters. I love you ingenues. I love you female characters who aren't "modern" enough. I love you female characters who aren't "badass" enough. iI love you female characters who aren't "empowering" enough. I love you quiet female characters. I love you unappreciated female characters. I love you polite female characters. I love you female characters who "can't appeal to modern audiences." I love you frightened female characters. I love you female characters labeled as not complex just for being nice. I love you female characters who get criticism just for not being their tomboy or femme fatale counterpart.
We need to embrace the fact that the tumblr userbase is aging. Whatās everybodyāsĀ favorite kitchen appliance?
aaaaand she is finally here, the latest addition to my enormous array of OCs, my latest bebe among the ranks of my Final Fantasy beloved original Blorbos.
Let me tell you, I am *extremely* happy with her general design, how I managed to incorporate several small details that connect her to both her family of origin and the one she is supposed to marry into (emphasis on "supposed to"), like her colors and the style of her garments, along with the role that she plays within the military of Lucis.
My most favourite detail is probably her singular breastplate, both a callback to the how the Amazons used to charge into battle -with one breast bared- and because it also functions as a guard for her own heart -and her own feelings (yes, we are going to have another spitfire, emotionally constipated but tremendously sweet cinnamon roll here).
A HUGE thanks to Giulietta, my darling sister from another mister, that suggested to me the idea of giving her a detail that I myself have: that white streak among her hair.
Well, beloved mutuals, here you have her:
Luscinia Lucis Caelum.
I hope you will like her!
--Nemo
swtor commission for @abysskeeper
For the love of the gods, do not come for me, this is a 1 hour study I did just to get him out of my brain (as if, he has taken roots even more) and to try to understand his physiognomy.
And I had fun, not going to lie. Because he has such distinctive look, it's much easier to catch those details that make him recognizable.
SO, THE ATTEMPT WAS MADE.
AND MORE WILL COME.
Swear to the Gods, leave it to me to find the most difficult angle to catch him from.
But oh dear Lords he is so handsome (Nyx, not my artwork). š„°š„°š„°š„°
I just want to keep drawing him, to bless my eyes.
OFF TO LEARN SOME MORE WE GO.
--Nemo
Arvensās parents be like,
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The way Greta Thunberg ratio'd Andrew Tate on Twitter, revealed his location through a Romanian pizza box that was in his bragging rights video on Twitter, and getting him and his brother arrested by Romanian police for his crimes; it all sure does sounds like something Tintin would also do to get a criminal caught in the act, hehe!
i have nothing funny to add. i have no clever twists on the situation. this whole debacle is absolutely perfect. it's ripped straight from a comic book. i hope tate rots <3
Children sleeping, Snow is softly falling Dreams are calling, Like bells in the distance
We were dreamers Not so long ago But one by one We all had to grow up
When it seems the magic slipped away We find it all again on Christmas Day
Believe in what your heart is saying Hear the melody that's playing There's no time to waste There's so much to celebrate
Believe in what you feel inside And give your dreams the wings to fly You have everything you need If you just believe
Trains move quickly To their journey's end Destinations Are where we begin again Ships go sailing Far across the sea Trusting starlight To get where they need to be When it seems that we have lost our way We find ourselves again on Christmas Day Believe in what your heart is saying Hear the melody that's playing There's no time to waste There's so much to celebrate Believe in what you feel inside And give your dreams the wings to fly You have everything you need If you just believe If you just believe If you just believe If you just believe Just believe Just believe
"Believe" - Josh Groban
Hi everyone!!
As you can see, I have finally managed to finish the artwork I started a while ago (and omgomgomomg, I also managed to finish it BEFORE the 25th, you have no idea how happy I am about it lolololol).
I can honestly admit this is probably one of my most successful artworks, in terms of how it turned out, and I am SO HAPPY that I managed to work on the background as I wished and that it somewhat turned out the way I wanted! May this be the first of a long series of complete artworks with proper colorful backgrounds!
I also was happy to try my hand at the 1840s garments for Jacob, Dottie and Emmett, and after researching for it, I can say that now it's probably one of my fave decades along with the 1810s, 1820s, 1870s and 1880s (yes, I love many decades, but I love the XIX century fashion to bits, so what did you expect of me?lololol).
But overall, this whole artwork was a TRUE JOY to work on, and I loved every single moment I spent planning it out, choosing the colours and what and how to do it.
And I adore the context of this artwork: Jacob and Dorothea and baby Emmett finally spending their first Christmas together, after all the sorrow and hardship they had to go through to create a future for all of them. It was a long journey, a solitary one, but they did it, and now they are finally spending the festivities together as a family, enjoying the gentle snow falling after a whole afternoon spent ice skating together.
Well, I hope you will like this just as much as I loved working on it!
HAPPY FESTIVITIES FROM THE STARRICK-FRYE FAMILY (and from myself too lolol).
--Nemo
not mine but hilarious
OH YES
being a fan of classic lit means any time you start feeling slightly salty about Bad Fandom Opinions you can take a breath and chill in the absolutely certain knowledge that somewhere thereās a professional getting paid to have an Opinion that is 999,0000 times worse than anything any of your fellow fans will ever even consider