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oh oh,,

another one

selfshipping moodboard

If you say ur afraid to post, then why do you do it anyway?

If you're afraid of an audience, then... like... don't post, y'know? Just pointing that out man

It's just that when I draw something, most of time I won't post it because, idk, would come out as weird? always felt like too much everywhere i am, or feeling like to follow a certain plan that isn't even clear for me,, but yeah

im tryin' my best you see, sorry if it's a weird and lame ass answer, but thanks for your ask dude that's cool

i can't even think of writing something correctly but NAPFJEPZKDIAPJZFOOAKZUDFLKAIAZ

I love it TYSMM UR ART IS 🤲🤲🤲🤲

art trade for @laul-self-fif !!

you’re reading one of his comics together and he’s pointing out an extra scary moment D:

[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 half of the art trade with @pinky-in-blankets :]

And their half (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) (got permission)

I like this drawing a lot

funny how their relationship are actually kind the opposite :3 i'll may make a post about it

Still like this lil thing with my whole life,, tysm for the art trade (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) 💜

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

realized i didn't post for a moment, so have this ig

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.

IT'S SO GOOD, I'M SMILING A MEGA BUNCH

it was my first time commissioning someone and I don't regret commisioning you at all, so thank you very much again ur art is amazing <3

Color commission for @/laul-self-fif