I’m plannin’ on saving money for a friend and me to go to Vidcon next year! We need a lot of money, so I was thinking about doing Pay What You Want commissions of Chibis!
For more complicated stuff, I did put minimums, but yeah.
I draw Fan Art, OCs, whatever you’ll like. ((Though I don’t draw NSFW stuff, just so ya’ll are aware.))
If you’re interested, hit me up at anijohnson1006 at gmail dot com! (This is also the email I will request pay for through Paypal) For Lineart and Colored images, I’ll send the sketch to you first, then ask for payment before I send the finished product. Though for sketches, I would like at least the first dollar before I send it to you.
Thank ya’ll so much! Who knows, maybe we’ll roll around to meet at Vidcon someday.
me, excitedly: so by Le Chatelier’s principle, no reaction ever truly ‘stops,’ it just reaches a point where it proceeds in both directions at the same rate for a net change of zero, which
my gf, knowing she’ll get to talk about glass-blowing techniques next: mhm, I see, interesting
do you ever feel victimized by fanfic authors when you make them fanart and then they give YOU compliments and you try to give THEM compliments and its a vicious cycle??? ♥♥
ft. @nicolareed
But this time featuring @thatsthat24 ‘s character, Virgil! Also known as Thomas’ Anxiety.
My own battle for anxiety and accepting myself kinda has been on my mind today as it is really befuddled by some withdrawls I’m going through (Nothing serious! Just cutting pop and caffeine from my life at once as left me a little woozy)
I ended up bawling like a goddamn baby for the Moving On series, as I connected with it a lot. It doesn’t help I’m a huge fan of Disney, too.
I decided to go with the card look ‘cause I really wanted to kinda show that the reason this thing resonates so well with me is, outside of Patton, I kinda connect to a lot of the sides. (I love you Patton, but dad jokes are not my thing)
Ace because anxiety ho ho ho I’m so funny and Clubs because, from what I understand, the Club Suit derived from the symbol of a shield. Which, in a lot of ways, is what Anxiety does for us.
Man I get really rambly with these. ANYWAY HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT
With my retail job soon to be dust on the trail behind me, I want to get into making my money the way *I* would like - Doing creative things for other people!
I do Fan Art, OCs, and, on occasion, Style Match!
Any requests should be sent to [email protected], and payments will be made to that same address through PayPal. I will request payment before I send you the picture, but for anything (but sketches, obviously), I will send a confirmation sketch to you before asking you to pay!
I don’t know if @markiplier will see this, but at the very least I’ll share it with the fandom.
Mind you, this is... rather depressing of a topic that goes under this image, so I’ll put it under cut.
Early December has always been a rough time of year for me. Seven years ago, December 9th, 2010, my father passed away. I was 19, and was getting ready for my first finals week in college.
While this is a common story, one’s parent passing away when they are still young, what isn’t so common is that I have very little closure to his death. He was away on a business trip and passed in his sleep in the hotel. Five large states away from home.
I always think I’m over it, but then this day comes around and I break again. I’ve been sinking away into depression all day, been disconnected from everyone. But weirdly enough, this year brought me some odd solace. Or, at least, understanding.
Who Killed Markiplier has been one of my favorite sets of videos that Mark has done. Despite me never really being into the egos, knowing very little of Warfstache, seeing his descent into the pink ‘stached man we all know was... well. Depressing, honestly, but very. Very well done.
And tonight, when I’m starting to sink into my own insanity, I realize there’s something I feel with William. A sense of needing closure.
Celine and Damien just... disappeared. What was left in the viewer’s body wasn’t either of them - not in the way that William would remember. And I realized that, while, yes, seeing the body you were staring at get up after ten hours will drive you to insanity, I’m finding that without closure, there’s a little bit of me breaking every year.
Every dream where my father comes back, as if we hadn’t been convinced he was dead for seven years.
Every moment I suddenly stop and realize I’ll never see him again.
Every what if.
I didn’t know how to draw myself with all of my feelings that had been shattering inside of me. But I realized that William would probably be experiencing a very similar thing with the death of his closest friends.
If you’ve made it this far, I want to thank you. This was a ... tough one. But I needed it. And, feel free to reblog this. If you don’t want this sob story, feel free to grab it over here.
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