I posted something similar to this on tumblr and wanted to address it here too!
I've been posted on artist-confessions and deviantart confessions a couple of times in the last week and that's COOL! I'm fine with being posted on those things. One of them was even positive! (thanks to whoever wrote that!)
But one of the sentences in the negative one and some of the comments in the other one.... not so cool!
probably the only thing people online can say to me that will annoy me is that my watchers are all mindless white knights and shit like that.
I'm also aiming this journal at you. So if you don't watch me... then stop reading my journal! you're weird!
Anyway. You're just people who happen to like my art. I'm sure you all watch hundreds or thousands of other artists, not ONLY me, and for 99.999999% of you I'm not even close to being one of your favorite artists, so NO. No, I'm not so special I have 3000 brainless followers who'll do whatever I say.
I find insults about me fucking hilarious! But
. really, I wish they'd keep the hate aimed at ME, not every person who likes my drawings enough to watch me. :/
One of the comments was even complaining me talking about my birthday and ending up with a heap of "shitty fanart".
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Seriously??? That was probably the comment that annoyed me most. I get they were probably trolling because there's no way anyone could think the gift art I got was shitty so by being annoyed i'm giving them the reaction they want. But still >:I I'm lucky to have so many awesome artists who watch me and actually DRAW me things!
So i guess i'll end this by saying... for future reference, if you want to ACTUALLY insult or annoy me, don't say anything bad about me, say my watchers suck and i'll go rage in a corner for a while kjdglsjfksfj
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That's integrity ^
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but really, don't let the trolls bug you! They're probably just REEALLY jealous about your popularity compared to them. It's not like you choose to be a good artist.
You fucking amazing person