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@shakiinks-blog
Whats fresh y’all i havent uploaded here in forever as usual and i hate myself and my art just as much as always. I’ve actually drawn about 6 pieces since i last uploaded but im a lazy sod so thi is all im uploading
why are new people following me. Save yourselves.
You know the story by now, more on my instagram which is where i bitch more consistently and my @ is ‘shaki_inks’
Some OC goretober stuff because i have a lot of work and havent got round to more deep shit LGBT art.. yet
This one is mostly about the backstory of the first villain character created my characters, and how once upon a time he was a normal, pure guy. I think the original prompt was ‘split’ but i honestly dont remember, m not really following the prompts anyway’
You can see more of my stuff on my instagram, my @ is ‘shaki_inks’
(This post is very personal and does talk about some upsetting topics, but i’d be grateful if you read it, i’m sharing it in the hope of comforting, not upsetting)
“Just like balloons we soar on our own, finally free from the pain of our home. And just like balloons that no one will hold, free from the truth that no one will know." - 11th October 2015. Probably the most important day of my life to date. That was the day i moved away from my father and his abuse and went to live with my mum and stepdad. After almost 4 years of denying how bad he was, how sick in the head i was becoming, and faking that i was strong enough, i decided i needed to be free. I decided i needed to escape if i wanted a chance to survive or have a chance to heal. I had about 48 hours notice to tie up all the loose ends, and i remember every second clearly. Im not going to go into detail in this post but you can ask if you want to understand how social services deal with these situations. Those few days were one of the hardest and most emotional, but my god was it worth it. - I am so thankful every day that i finally decided to come clean and say "this is child abuse". But what i so wish people understood about trauma is this: it doesnt just stop. Trauma is like the ripples of a water drop, it comes in waves, in fact it often gets worse after you get away from the source. It takes time to heal, -and that is ok!!- - I left my father with self harn issues, PTSD, severe panic issues, a bad case of hypervigilance and a lot of anxiety/depression. I would crawl into dark places and try to block out the world, i was convinced i was always in danger. I was suicidal. And these last 2 years ive gone through a lot of shit to try and mend myself. I'm not fully healed and there will always be mental scars, but im so far ahead of where i was 2 years ago. - I call October 11th my independence day and that may seem silly to some, but every year on this day i am proud to be alive. I am proud of myself for surviving. And while i have a difficilt relationship with past me (being trans doesnt help), i will always have a special place in me for that damaged little girl. Because if she didnt exist, i wouldnt either. (The lyrics are from the fnaf song 'balloons', which was one song as well as the fnaf song 'home' i really connected with back then).
This also ties very nicely into the fact today is national coming out and mental health awareness day, because the reason today is special for me links into both. And I would also just like to add: to survivors of any kind of child abuse, im so proud of you. No matter what stage of yout healing you are at. You will heal, the future is worth fighting for, and you are worth more than the situation you didnt ask for. Keep kicking life's ass ;)
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THIS
Reblog every time
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I heard another story about the word but peach brutha!!
I get told a lot that i dont draw enough stuff for the females in my audience, so here’s my peace offering gals, this adorable little slice of lesbian pride
You can find more of my stuff as well as more consistent uploads on my Instagram @shaki_inks
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i havent made the 3rd yet eek
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Why You Must Eat
It’s fuel
It doesn’t make you fat
You don’t want an eating disorder
It will make you happy :))
It will keep your metabolism working
It is NOT the enemy, your ED is
It will keep your energy up
It will help you think better
It will regulate your emotions
You’ll be more confident :))
Because you don’t need to deserve food
To fight your ED
Because you’re beautiful
To not fear food
To be able to eat out with you friends and not panic
Because you’re strong
It keeps you alive
Because your weight is not important
You’ll smile more :))
Because your health MATTER!!
Because life is awesome
Because food tastes good
Because gum is not enough
reblogging as a reminder to myself and anybody reading
The queer beast
A photoedit of what my mascot/persona/fursona would look like in reality (he doesnt have an all grey colour palette and rainbow eyes, that was just aesthetic choice~)
Check out my instagram @shaki_inks for more, because you should’ve noticed by now that my uploads on here are horrifically inconsistent
I tried to be ambitious with colours, i cant tell if i regret that choice or not.
Anyway, some OC art, kinda as a commission/raffle example too?
More can be found on my Instagram @shaki_inks (eeehhh this post actually goes up on insta TOMORROW night but still~)
You don’t know how much you’re loved.
“And until then, I’ll smile and hide the truth.”
First of all, I’d like to stress I am safe. I have several safety measures and professional psychological help as support right now. And the reason I’m even sharing this is not to worry people, although I understand it will. I’m not looking for attention, more just trying to tell people it’s ok to talk about this, and to be honest to several people. In British culture there’s a saying ‘have a stiff upper lip’; our society sees admitting struggles as weakness. Saying this as a general internet post is easier, because it’s like shouting into the void. I’m not going to be ashamed to admit how things are, because people should be allowed to admit when times are tough. And right now they’re fucking awful . (Also apparently September is suicide awareness month or something so.. here’s some relevance.)
On the 27th of August, I wrote a suicide note. This was the result of several severe dips in mood over the previous month or so. I coasted until the next and tried to keep myself happy and productive, but every dip brought me lower. (Now, this isn’t the first time I’ve had thoughts of suicide, they were very frequent in 2014/15 (although for different reasons), but they’ve never been so graphic or encouraging). After writing the note I was ashamed to admit I’d even stopped that low, got to that point – in some ways I actually still am very scared to admit that. On the 29th I confessed to my oldest friend over skype, because I trusted her. She’d been there for me in the past, and she was there for me that night. We made lists of reasons I cant kill myself yet – and I’d like to say, your reasons for being alive don’t have to be extraordinary. I decided I had to stay alive to watch the grand prix the following Sunday, my friend was going to send me a letter soon and I had to be alive to read that. I had to do at least one day at school with the new education level (which, if I’m posting this on September 4th, is tomorrow. Eek) I had to live until December when my friend turns 18 so we can buy mango vodka and get absolutely fucking wasted together. And we kept extending it. Having a reason to live even just until tomorrow is good enough, even as small as ‘I want to see the sunrise tomorrow’.
On September 2nd, I had a counselling session and finally admitted to a professional exactly what I’d done. She told me to bring my mum into the room from the car and she explained what the situation was to my mum. I’d already let mum know I was feeling suicidal about a month ago, and her response was only support and concern.. but I just felt too ashamed to tell her this ‘update’. I couldn’t look her in the eyes. I couldn’t look at my counsellor. But they told me I was brave for sharing it, and mum asked to see the note when we got home.
I re-read the note myself, and then gave it to her. I left the room while she read it, and I went back in when I heard her crying. And something I will never be able to ever forget is standing in a doorway and seeing my mother sobbing over a suicide note written by her child. I just went over to her and held her, and she hugged me tight, sobbing. She said things that touched me very deeply, but it was the sheer amount of pain I could see she was in that got to me. I realised that if that was for real, I’d never get to comfort her. It was like being a ghost, watching the pain I’d cause if I died. And you have no fucking idea how much people love you until you see them crying over your suicide note. No idea how much you’re loved. No idea the vast effect you taking your life would have on people you love. That moment made me decide that I had to live, I just had to. I had to survive, no matter how hard things got.
If for nothing else, simply just to never ever let that situation be because I’m really dead.
After that, I ripped up the note, then cut it into tiny shreds into my bin. That was symbolic for me; I had destroyed any justification I’d written to die. I’d destroyed the risk.
crappy bisexual art
There’s more on my instagram @shaki_inks
Casual reminder that sometimes, coping with mental health means making sacrifices. That can be experiencing a period of short, non disorder type anxiety or somebody with a long lasting battle with trauma, or depression, or any other comparison.
Those ‘sacrifices’ might mean less work production, not talking to friends for a while, rearranging your routine, cancelling social dates, or even going to pursue getting medication/therapy. While i dont think you should just vanish without a trace (when avoidable), it’s OK to just tell somebody you need to do something specific to keep yourself afloat.
The point is, if saving your energy and rationing it will keep you mentally stable, its OK to make those sacrifices to let the situation improve.
Homosexual relationships are found in many species in nature, homophobia is found in just one. Which seems more ‘natural’ to you?
Created a few days ago, forgot to post
I could say a lot of things on the situation, but because Tumblr is a lot more sensitive than Instagram, i just wont.The art can speak for itself
A smoking pickle dad for you all
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I NEED TO POST MORE REGULARLY, I AM SORRY.
Ahahaha.. Why am i so bad at actively posting...
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I dont even watch Voltron but i mean, its got gay ships in it that have taken over most fandom spaces. So why the heck not.
