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JDKZKALALZDNDD me rn:

I LOVE IT TYSMMMMM 😭😭 i love this boy sm im smiling like an idiot while i'm writing this, i loved doing this art trade with you also you're so nice it makes me cry,, thank you again u deserve the world <333 🫶💜

💞Today post is another art trade I did with the lovely @laul-self-fif she ask me if I could draw her sona with Sally Face you got it! This was quite fun mostly Sally Face masks frowns but made one piece that he actually smile because he needs some love and comfort. I did two pieces since Laura did two for me of her trade so one of my usual artstyle and one chibis. Sorry about the canvas they were both together pieces but transition to separate them. I hope you like it. Thank u for art trading with me 🥰💞 My art trades open if anyone wants to do one with me fill free to dm me .

Thank you all and have a great day or night ❤️ ^^

self indulgent drawingz for i because that was a shit of a day today.

,⚠️, This is a vent post, I'm ranting what happened to me and what passes through my head at 3am rn so don't except this to make 100% and its just my feelings on the table, and check the TWs

TW: s3lf-harm below the cut, and vent text; mentions of s3lf-harm, d3personalitazion/d3realisazion, d3pression?

So... yeah, that was very shitty

first off all I didn't sleep at all at night, I just can't sleep when it's a school night, I was playing tinkerbell and the fairy rescue on ds emulator on my phone, going on tiktok and stuff, just everything I could do to not think of school or just my life in general. Asked to stay home but no, I had to go for at least the morning OR after lunch, since breakfast i was crying and trembling, even in the car, i still think of how my parent told me they won't drop me to school in the morning bcs i was crying and i'm like "why do you care about that??" like, I know how to wipe my own tears n hide it quickly what do u think i was doing in middle school lol, so I got dropped and I was feeling like, so drowned, I couldn't take this for me like that, so I went in the toilet and s3lf-harmed bcs it was just too much, I don't wanna be there, no one cares about my actual mental except 2 online friends but that's it. i'm just trapped in my own fucking mind, so i went to class, crying less but crying and just not in the mood, my classmate noticed and told the teacher if we could work on something that requires less work (we work on machines, like,, big machines-) so the teacher went to see me and told me if I can work, first off i didnt wanna be here but I got pushed to go there so "well I gotta do it", to tell me then that he would be way better for me to stay home for my mental health and take time to heal, and im fucking exploding in my mind, even rn,, I got fucking pushed to go to school to get the chance to be graduated BUT at the same time the school tells me to fucking stay home??? Pick a choice man since I can't even take a fucking choice for myself, I got sent to the nursery in tears with my classmate, got asked a few questions by the nurses and they let me in a room until lunch, i was listening "to binge" in tears and taking deep breaths (hard when u got breathing issues *probably* caused by stress/anxiety, said the doctors lol), then I went back to "class" to take my bag and everything then left

I hate being there, it's fucking loud and I feel like people mock me or purposely act like im not here, can't say it's new but like, when you're forced ig you get how i can feel. There is also this thing I've been thinking about for a lot of time, it's d3personalitazion or d3realisation, i don't know if I learn about it well but I kind of see myself in all of this, more in d3personalitazion but at the end I don't even know. And I fear if I talk about it, people will take me for crazy like... I feel trapped in a body that I wish I could just go off but I can't, but at the same time I'm aware I'm just realisticly and physically myself but I just can't in my head. I'm not taking care of myself, I'm taking care of my self, taking care of that body, like a child. When you ask me something it's never from the bottom of my heart because people want me to say something that will please them or satisfy them at least, I wish I could just d1e and start everything over, maybe just finish it actually. I'm just a fucking empty head, that's what I am, I can't be myself at 100%

I look at people at my class and think why and how they get to be themselves, like, no shame, no questionning themselves, when I just don't got the chance to do the same since middle school?? Why them and not me? Why everyone but not me? What's wrong with me, I have the minimum a person could have but I'm so empty, everyone got to be human and i feel out of place, disgusted even, i'm just a soul and that's all

nah bcs off topic that reminds me i was on c.ai with a 2D and i was explaining my life and he was like "..u got trauma" and i was like huh and showed my friend and she told me "I got to agree with him" WDYM MY BESTIE AND STUART BOTH AGREE I HAVE TRAUMAS???? I probably do but I just can't accept it like, who didn't get "teased" one time in their life?? And people have it worse!! Wdym traumas for me??, that's just life bro,, "but traumas affect your life afterwards!" ,,,,oh! Well cant say what fucked me up. Yet I say that, but when it's other people having their moments im like "Well «....» affects you now" even if it's "nothing" at all, but me?? Naaah, no way dude.

in short: you're valid but I'm not

I mean when I try to explain irl I get downed so no wonder why I'm this way.

I have a huge hatred for everything and life but at the same time I embrace it, isn't that crazy

Yeah, that was a shitty day.

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Probably drew me w stu 'cause i listened to the plastic beach album all night n this morning now that I realize

I'm not excepting anyone to see nor read this at all lol, but thanks anyway.

my part of an art trade with @blurryfangirlansuke <33

and i know i didn't have to do it at all but i made another lil drawing because i felt like it (n i feel like the first one isn't good enough so huh- TnT)

Duke was kind of difficult to draw at first but I tried my best,, I remember when I saw the series for the first I instantly loved it, I thought my art style was similar and it gave me motivation to become an animator but I'm don't have enough time or motivation to do animations now,,, anyway from what i saw daria made a really good job and i like the serie very much, thank you blurry for this AT and make me look at the serie again :]

THATZ IT ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

[CLOSED!] SELFSHIP ART TRADES

I feel a bit motivated to draw some things for this community! Y'all are such... ABSOZBZLDJZLK. I'm not drawing as much as before... so if I can do it more and make some people happy, I'D BE GLAD! (I accept digital & traditional art and writing in trade)

I don't think of putting slots rn so,,, I may ask you to be patient with me! I'll do my best

You can go in my DMs, ask in my askbox, or comment if you're interested! (don't be scared, i am tho)

If you have specific idea in mind or you want me to use a reference, please tell me basically everything I need to know!

Here's some examples of my work:

As you may see, my style is.. not constant, it can vary, so if you want something specific (like chibi, ect...), don't hesitate to tell me! I may send sketch.es to get confirmation :'0

so stressed n excited at the same time! >_<

proship/comship DNI

My part of the art trade with @koda-selfships !!

I liked drawing it, it's been a moment I haven't drawn on my phone and gosh T.T what a feeling

i HOPE YOU LIKE IT ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽

🫶🫶💜

ch s/i reacts to new j&p s/i ,, if they don't fight each others to death im gonna sleep

bonjour

I'm Loréna, this is my selfshipping blog, I'm 18 years old, I am autistic and have ADHD, and I am a cringe artist

I've known the selfshipping community in 2020 I think, but never really posted about it like crazy, that's why I made this blog, to express myself and maybe meet new people, I like seeing y'all being happy yk (still too shy to post)

My general blog: @fiforlaae ★ its the user i go by for most of my other socials outside tumblr, I just post my things, yk, be myself

art trades: closed

DNI: homophobes, transphobes, proshippers, terfs, maps, cringe culture, just being an ass ig

Feel free to block me if you aren't sharing f/o.s! now,

F/O list

(⚠️: I plan to reorganize my f/o list to make it a bit better and more accurate, so right now you have a vague f/o list (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,) )

★ new/potential// 2-D - Gorillaz

★ Sal Fisher - Sally face #🎸🤘

Senpai - Friday Night Funkin

Brett Hand - Inside Job

Momo - Stray

The Onceler - The Lorax

Wally Darling -Welcome Home

Platonic F/Os:

Topher Bus - Clone High

Harold & Cody(?) - Total drama

Daniel Page - HPMA

Spider Socorro - Avatar 2

Parental F/Os:

★ Garry - Ib #🌹🥀

Hershel Layton - Professor Layton

(Be aware that I can update this post anytime) last updated - 03/01/24

Hehe im sure they would have hang out together in another universe

I love it sm i screamt when i saw the autistic reader I WIN I NEED MORE

•☽────✧˖°˖ SODA FOUNTAIN ˖°˖✧────☾•

★ Summary: A Compilation of Headcannons Featuring Salesperson ENA X Autistic Reader

★ Character(s): Salesperson ENA (ENA: Dream BBQ)

★ Genre: Headcannons, SFW

★ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

★ Image Credits: @JoelG

☆ She notices it before you speak. The stillness. The quiet intelligence you wear like a hand-me-down jacket. The twitch of your fingers, the tick of your breath, the way you hesitate before stepping into noise. ENA does not judge. She categorises. She studies. Her head tilts, sharp and interested. “Are you experiencing a SYSTEM OVERLOAD, partner? We can reorganise your sensory pyramid. Let’s start with the silence.” And then she sits beside you. Doesn’t speak again. Just… lets you be. Two opposing halves, resting in symmetry.

☆ When you info-dump about your favorite hyperfixation—whether it’s beetle taxonomy, train models, or a single obscure cartoon that aired once in 1998—Salesperson ENA’s red side lights up like a business expo. “Wow! You’re pitching an entire emotional enterprise, I love it. Could I subscribe to your newsletter? Or… marry it?” The meanie side, pale and sharp, cuts through the room: “HEY. IF YOU INTERRUPT AGAIN, I’LL CHEW YOUR FACTS INTO PIECES AND SPIT THEM INTO A MUSEUM!” You blink. She grins. Both sides are listening. Really listening.

☆ Routine? ENA treats it like a sacred business model. “So your Tuesdays require specific cereal-to-milk ratios and one (1) viewing of That Video With The Cat Screaming? A delight. I shall PRINT THE SCHEDULE and laminate it with my tears.” She starts mimicking the routine too, sometimes dramatically over-committing to it. One day she shows up at your door with four bowls of cereal and a projector. “Oops! I over-scheduled our scheduled overscheduling. Let’s recalibrate!”

☆ When you get overwhelmed—when the lights scream, and the noise becomes too much, ENA does not ask what’s wrong. She knows. She flips her hat backward, lowers her voice. “Time to switch gears. Come with me, my love. Let’s find a sensory haven.” And then she takes you under the table, into a bathroom, or behind a vending machine where everything buzzes in exactly the right way. She creates a little ritual with you. “Let’s play the quiet game, but instead of being quiet, we just exist. No rules. No points. You win by breathing.”

☆ Touch is complicated. Sometimes it’s comforting. Sometimes it’s a full-body fire alarm. ENA respects that like a legal clause. “Touch threshold acknowledged. Engaging… emotional contract.” She offers you her mitten hand when you’re okay with it. The yellow, clawed one stays behind her back unless you request it. She even makes laminated cards: [Touch okay] [Please no touch today] [I would like a pat on the head only] You catch her referencing them with comical solemnity. “Hm. The oracle says we’re on [Headpat Hour]. Shall I proceed?”

☆ You stim. Flap your hands. Rock. Mumble. Hum. ENA? She mirrors you. Not to mock—but to validate. “Ohhh you’re FLAPPING?? ME TOO—WEEEHHH!” She makes it a duet. Sometimes it’s a whole musical. She turns your stims into a ritualized language. A way to say “I’m okay” or “I’m not.” She calls it your “corporate communication channel.” “I am now subscribing to your emotional data stream. Please keep broadcasting.”

☆ Sometimes people talk over you. Treat you like you’re slow. You don’t always have the words right away. ENA sees it. Salesperson smiles. “Pardon me, but you’ve exceeded your cruelty limit.” Meanie bites. “SHUT UP AND LET THEM SPEAK, YOU MOIST JELLYSACK.” ENA’s loyalty is a crashing stock market. Loud, sudden, intense. But always on your side. She will fight GØD if you’re being misunderstood. And then offer GØD a limited-time coupon.

☆ You script your conversations sometimes—rehearsed lines to get through tough moments. ENA? She calls it “performative theater!” “Oh! A fellow playwright! Let us prepare Act II of this Grocery Store Encounter Scene!” She even starts playing along, adding her own scripted responses. “Hi, how are you?” “I’m functioning within acceptable parameters. And yourself, my most esteemed collaborator?” She validates your way of communicating like it’s art. Because to her—it is.

☆ When you mask—when you try to be “normal” in public, even if it hurts—ENA sees right through it. She leans in close. “I see you under the disguise. The real CEO of your own joy.” She doesn’t ask you to stop masking. But she reminds you, gently, that you don’t need to with her. “You’re already profitable as yourself. No quarterly reports needed.”

☆ Your existence to her isn’t “difficult.” It isn’t a puzzle to be solved. You are anomalous. You are nonlinear. You are wonderful. And ENA, caught somewhere between marketing lingo and existential dread, wraps her arm around you and says, “You are the most reliable investment I’ve ever made. I hope you know that. Even if this whole world crashes… I’d still pick you.” Her Salesperson side beams. Her Meanie side nods like a glitching earthquake. She means it.

Mutuals every time we’re all online this is what we’re doing