I am not selling my art anywhere except society6 (currently) && I have not given anyone permission to sell/reproduce/distribute my art.
So basically aside from the few (like, 6 pcs lol – and that’s just because people wanted me to put them up for sale) prints up on my society6, I make no money off of my art as I only make them purely for my (and the fandom’s) enjoyment.
If you see anyone selling my art, please do not buy from them as they most likely stole it from me and are unfairly making money off of it. Also I would appreciate it if you report them to the proper personnel (if it is at a con or something) or tell me (if you saw it online).
IDK what to feel about this because I’ve been getting a lot of reports about this happening lately so aaaah ;;; I don’t want to upload smaller res art because I want people to be able to look at them properly so I think I should just make the watermarks more visible? I don’t knowww hahaha omg this is all new to me
i have several illnesses that mean that my energy is practically zero and i lack the motivation to do anything, i am anxious about every little thing so i avoid doing things, i have next to no friends and even then i get socially exhausted very quickly leading to me isolating myself out of guilt, and on top of that the world in my head is greatly preferable to the one outside of my bed
Author: @dumbass-stilinski Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader Words: 1,917 AN: So this was a song fic request that @writing-obrien got but she wasn’t familiar with the band. Since I am pop punk trash, I love me some As It Is (Patty Walters can fucking get it, let me tell you) so I was really excited about it and I asked her if I could write it instead. Please be aware it’s super angsty and sad and then kinda fluffy and idk what I was doing. And I know the song is kind of a goodbye but I couldn’t leave Stiles like that lol.
Based on the song Still Remembering by As It Is. Listen HERE.
Thunder boomed loudly outside, shaking the window panes, the sharp sound of rain pelting on the roof doing nothing to comfort me. I sighed, burying my face in my pillow, my arms limply at my sides. I couldn’t stop thinking of her, even though she’d left me. She’d gone one day without a word, a note left in her place, explaining that she needed time, that she was afraid. She loved me too much, needed me too much, wanted to find herself on her own. I was pretty sure it was bullshit, an excuse to make herself feel better about leaving me alone.
bronze, shades of Earth, green– sounds like Yoonbum’s clothes
So yeah, just a high school student who’s procrastinating from schoolwork at the same time analyzing a depressed,mentally broken stalker who’s held being hostage by a sociopath and forced to play pretend as mother while being manipulated….
B1: I mean there’s no way that what she did could be considered an act of self-defense. The woman shot a dog, and - even though it sucks - according to the civil code dogs are considered objects, therefore (…)
B2: “Acting all smart huh? Whatever, boo. See you on the weekend.”