On 4/15/24 I broke and checked the artist and the writers accounts

They are the same. The same as when I was friends with the artist from 2019-2021
The same as when I first met her in 2014

But I’m not. I’m no longer o offended I’m no longer angry no longer judge mental no longer gossiping about what I see or thinking it’s the worst thing in the world. I’m no longer seeing it as them ruining anything.

If anything, I pity them I’m saddened by what I see and unemployed 28-year-old who just wants to work on our hobbies who wants to live in the past who is a broken record never changing never growing just staying stagnant in the same as she was, I also pity the writer For he is almost in his 40s and it’s so deeply ingrained in the popular Christianity that he doesn’t see it popular Christianity is the Christianity of hate the Christianity of the church of listening more to the human aspect rather than God to follow God is to love the neighbor you can’t beloving the neighbor if you also condemn him

This is why despite them being the same I can honestly say I’ve changed. Yes I broke a fickle promise written on a simple piece of paper, but I know I have changed for the fact that I’m not hyper fixated on it. I’m not wasting my hours at work,at my job scroll doom scrolling through the accounts as if it’s the only thing that mattered I find myself mentally being drawn away from thoughts of them and two thoughts of other concerns, legitimate concerns, just some fun concerns- crafting concerns- back in 2015 all I did for a year hyper fixate on the artist every conversation every moment online was spent fixated on this one person

And that’s not the case anymore I might have broken once maybe twice but that was just just prove something to myself and that something is this

I don’t care what they’re doing. I used to due to thinking it would hurt someone or them I used to be angry they didn’t change, didn’t want change but now I wish them the best, but I can see why God has wanted me to stay out of the picture. It’s like the parable with the seeds some seeds fall along the path and get eaten by the birds before they can even sprout some seeds fall amongst rocky soil sprout only a little bitonly to wither some fall along thorny ground, and get choked out by the fellow plants and some thrown soil and grow and grow and grow

The artist and the writer seeds, the fellow along the Rocky and Thorn paths they’ve grown, but they’ve stopped growing. I feel I was a seed taken by a bird instead of being eaten I was dropped amongst good soil, but only when the bird was ready let me go and now I’m flourishing

And that’s okay, perhaps one day they will till the soil of rocks and cut back those thorn bushes to help themselves grow again

YES
Furries, fanart, OCs, simple backgrounds

NO
NSFW, babies, complex backgrounds, cars