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I don’t want to see you happier with somebody else

God, they’re so tragic

#one piece #buggy the clown #red haired shanks #dracule mihawk #sir crocodile #cross guild #my art #follow my new art blog #or whatever #im super into one piece now #so yknow #if you’re into that sorta thing

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Can you imagine the Strawhats taking him hostage?

#one piece #cross guild #buggy the clown #dracule mihawk #sir crocodile #op sanji #my art #follow my sketch blog or whatever

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Shanks is cool until you see the lower half of his body

#my art #every once in a while i log into this account by mistake #anyway go follow my new art blog #if you want or whatever

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Last one I swear. I can’t stop thinking about Hermes

#jjba #jjba part 6 #hermes costello #also check out my sketch blog #where i post anything and everything

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This is my only good contribution to this fandom

#jjba #jjba part 2 #joseph joestar #ceasar zeppeli #joseph hoestar #battle tendency #art and stuff #i once again return to remind y’all to follow my new art blog

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I was in the mood for goth!amelia

#also follow me on my sketch blog

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Romerica nation, how we feelin tonight?

#follow me on my new art blog y’all #this has been a psa

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I’m a dreamer

Gotta find an innovator

Thanks for tagging me. Uh I tag anyone who wants to do this

Find your match: tag game

Hi lovesies, I kinda had an idea, after taking this test I found on @matstegen blog, about Creative Types.

So, I found out that, out of the eight possible creative personalities, I’m a thinker (the description totally suits me, btw lol). And I thought “How cool would it be if among my lovely mutuals I could find the other seven personalities that match and complete mine?”

So here I am, starting this ‘tag game’…

Rules:

Take the test

Reblog this post with what type you got

Tag 7 mutuals to do the same!

Let’s find our matches people!

I’m tagging: @sweetgcreature @its-a-metephor-brian @bohemiandelilah @gottabecool-relax @instantezra @radio-ha-ha @littledarlingwellaway cause they are my squad, but if you want to try and do this, you’re more than welcome!

Xx 💖

PS: my matches would be Adventurer and Visionary

#says I’m moving to a new blog #keeps logging into this one to check up on things #personality test

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Ah, I was excited to be a part of this event this year but I guess it’s not happening...

We currently only have 25 sign ups.

With so little enthusiasm and pairing matches, I may have to cancel this year. I will update on the situation.

#welp #i dont mind a 25 people event #the romerica secret santa was like 5 people last time we did it

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Alright I’ve decided on a new url and the blog is all set up (minus the desktop version) :x

I don’t have any posts yet but if you wanna follow me its @mochispresso

I may reblog some of my favorite art from this blog over there eventually.

But the secret santa event art is likely gonna be the last thing I post here. Aside from that, all new art will be posted over there from this point on :x

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Are you craving AmeChu? Maybe some PruLiech? Or maybe you just wish there were a few more CanEng fics out there…

Your wishes have been granted! This year the eighth annual APH Rarepair Exchange will be taking place, aimed at satisfying your overlooked-pairing needs this holiday season!

How does it work?

You will be filling out a wishlist form with the pairings you’d like to receive. When partners have been assigned, you will receive someone else’s wishlist. You will then write or draw your partner a gift based on their wishlist. Your partner will receive your gift from you and you will receive a gift from the person who had your wishlist.

What can I request?

You can request anything and everything from het ships to crack ships. This event is aimed at helping increase the number of fanworks for uncommon ships. All ships will be accepted except for the most popular ones. Please make sure to check this before signing up.

When can I sign up?

Click here to sign up. Sign-ups run from now until November 28th at 11:59pm EST. You will receive your partner’s wishlist on December 1st, and will have until the 25th to make their present.

How can I track this event?

To keep up with this event, follow the blog aphsecretsanta or track the tag #aph rarepair exchange.

Happy shipping!

Please reblog this post to spread the word about this event, the more people that participate the more fun this will be for everyone

#aphsecretsanta #gift exchange #hetalia #hetalia secret santa #here we go again #i missed it last year

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Still thinking of a new username :x

#who am i #my username is so long #but I’m sure all the short and snappy names are taken

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Story Time: Get a load of what happened to me at Starbucks today.

There’s a running joke among people who know me personally that I unwittingly go out in public with a sign on my forehead stating “I Am Non-Threatening. Come Talk To Me.” Because if there’s a chance a bizarre conversation with a total stranger is going to happen, I’m typically the person it happens to.

Some context: I have been pretty darn sick this week. (It’s not Coronavirus, don’t worry.) Since the work in my queue for my day job is comprised entirely of audio narration right now, and I currently sound like a waterlogged Demi Moore, I haven’t been able to work these last couple of days. As a result, I’ve been using my down time to knock out as much of Manu’s redesign as possible. Today, to ensure I didn’t spend the day languishing in sinus misery, I medicated the crap out of myself and took Manu to the Starbucks down the block from my son’s day care.

I hit the bathroom, then picked an empty table, but as soon as I sat down with my venti Comfort Tea and started tweaking the inks on my iPad, I felt the eyes of the man next to me looking over my shoulder.

When I looked up, he had his phone out. “I’m sorry,” he said (in a thick accent I couldn’t place geographically), “I don’t want to disturb. I notice you art. You are artist!”

I tried to smile. “Yes, I’m... Well, I’m trying to be,” I croaked.

He leaned in, like he was sharing a secret.

“I am artist, too.”

He stuck out his hand.

I gently took it, grateful for the bathroom trip I just took in which I washed the scourge off of my fingers.

“Can I?” he asked, holding his phone up.

“Take a picture? Uh... sure,” I said. It’s not like he would be able to steal Manu out from under me or anything, I figured. The panel I was tweaking was magnified out to Guam.

“I am artist. Architect and Designer,” he clarified while he steadied his phone over my iPad. “I am Ilker. What is your name?”

“I’m Venessa” I said, trying to be polite. This, I thought warily, is precisely how I get myself into trouble. I’m too damn nice.

“You know, I come to America twenty years ago from Turkey...”

I put down my stylus. This was going to be a while.

“I like Turkey,” he explained. “I like the country and I like the people. But I am artist. I am not... religious man.”

I nodded.

“I told my wife I was going to go to America and she said, “what are you going to do? You don’t have job! You don’t have money! No Visa!” And I said, “I am artist and architect. I will paint and sell my paintings.

“So I come to America alone. To New York City. I sit outside, and I paint. And people, they liked my paintings. They bought them. This one for $30, that one for $50.

“One day, a man comes over to me and he say, “I like your painting. I see you are also architect.” And he gives me his number and asks me to go to meeting at his office. Because he wants to offer me a job. He starts to talk about a building contract.

“I tell him I don’t know anything about contracts. I have no Visa. I am not American citizen. But he says, “That’s okay. I will take care of everything. You will have nothing to worry about.” And this man, he gave me a job. $173,000 a year. And my wife, he gave her a job too. She was project assistant. I bring her and my two daughters over from Turkey.”

“Wow,” I said, not fully believing the veracity of what sounded like a full-on immigration fairy tale.

“Here,” said Ilker, unlocking his phone and opening up his Facebook app. “I show you my work.” He paused and looked up at me. “I am interrupting. You don’t mind?”

At this point, I was invested. I had to see. Because whatever he was about to show me would either prove or disprove this yarn he was spinning. “Please,” I said, gesturing for him to go ahead.

He opened his photos and my jaw dropped. His work... was UNREAL.

“This is building I designed on Madison Ave.... And this one in Chelsea...”

Holy crap. I had just been to Chelsea with my sister last month on a trip to see a broadway show. I had crossed the intersection of the building he was, at this moment, telling me he designed.

He flipped through more buildings. These, he’d designed in Washington, DC. In Bethesda. In Arlington. All beautiful, streamlined, modern structures I had visited and parked my car in front of. He told me he did much of his concept work freehand. That he worked exclusively in natural media. His preferred media was pen, ink, watercolors, and chalks.

Between photos of his wife and daughters, he went on to show me photos from the RUSSIAN EXHIBITION OF HIS ARCHITECTURE ARTWORK.

Y’all, I was stunned. I couldn’t believe the talent I was sitting next to. Scattered among these gloriously rendered images of some of the most beautiful building concepts I’d ever seen were paintings of scenes in Central Park, the National Mall, and nudes from a life-drawing session he attends from time to time.

When he was done flipping through his phone, he looked at me and smiled. “I hope you don’t mind that I interrupt you. I show you all this because what you are doing is very good. And you should be encouraged. To draw is to make beauty.”

I nodded, a lump in my throat. “Thank you,” I managed. “Your work is astonishing. I don’t even know what to say. What is your name again?”

He held out his hand once more. “Ilker Kocahan,” he said. “I am getting more coffee. Can I get you one?”

I looked at my still-full venti cup. “No thank you. But here, please take my card.”

He held my dinky business card like I’d handed him a treasure and thanked me.

Then Ilker got his coffee, and left the coffee shop.

At some point in his ramblings he talked about America as a place of dreams. How he credits this country with helping him rise to the top of his field where he is now able to sell his paintings for $800-$1000 a piece now that he’s retired. My heart ached to hear him talk about that, knowing how our leadership’s positions on immigrants have taken such a dark and horrifying turn.

Imagine the buildings and museums and public places that would never have been if a business man in the park hadn’t lifted up a Turkish painter who spoke little English.

And now that painter was paying it forward on me.

I still feel pretty darn sick. I’ve still got body aches and a nose that has taken the rest of my face hostage.

But today was a really good day. And I just wanted to share it with you in case you are looking for reasons to keep drawing/painting/dancing/writing. It all counts and it is all good.

If you would like to see Ilker Kocohan’s work, please click here.

#long post

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I’ve been thinking for a while now, that maybe it’s time to leave this blog behind. I mean, it’s like 5+ years old. I never really had a plan when I started out here (not that it matters but I’ve changed a lot and so has this platform. I thought I could leave this site but I’ve failed at that. Not to mention I’m kinda tired of the posts on my feed (since a lot of the people I follow have different interests now, including myself) I’ve been trying for so long to restart without actually starting over. But alas I’ve been here too long to recover from past mistakes.

And of course, there’s the issue of my art. I’m too sleepy to explain it properly but I’m still attached to my art so it’s hard to start over when I want to revisit some of my older pieces and I’ve still got a lot of room to improve. This blog is already a proper dumping ground for scribbles and whatnot. But I don’t want half of everything I post to be useless scribbles...

I sound more distraught than I actually am. I’m just tired and I don’t want to re-write this to articulate myself better.

I believe all of my issues with starting over will naturally resolve themselves. I may even have to start over more than once before I’m happy. And who knows, maybe I may end up coming back to this blog after all. But if anyone has started over, I would love to hear your story. Or if you have any input at all, that’d be great.

#dork speaks #now that this is out there #i think i have to start over #i just don’t know #normally i’d just not post this but thats part of the problem with this blog #i never really talk about myself or my feelings #and if i ever did it was vague #or i guess i can stick with this account a bit longer #who knows

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Oops I did it again...

#romerica #aph romano #aph america #hetalia #art and stuff #otp things

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This was meant to be a redraw of my first post of Romano and America sharing a cake but I ended up changing it entirely. Oh no guess I’ll have to do another ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I do think doing more redraws of my old art would be fun. I’m not saying I’m gonna flood the romerica tag but don’t be surprised if I do

#hetalia #otp things #romerica #aph romano #aph america #art and stuff #scribbles

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Its 1am and I can’t think of a caption

#hetalia #romerica #nyotalia #nyo!america #aphromano #art and stuff #otp things #shout out to my brother who came into the room while I was trying to figure out amelias bust area #she looked naked :x