In light of some people pointing out a general negative atmosphere around tumblr, let a friendly moogle give you some advice. Your measure as a person is not quantified by how ‘popular’ you are, how many asks your get or how often you are tagged in things. As long as you strive to do good by the community — whether that be as simple as being a friend to someone in need or as big as running/hosting a free company or event — you matter.As long as you are always striving to be a better person that you were the day before, you’re improving. It is all too easy to get bogged down in the negativity that comes from social media, but it’s important to remember that social media is but a snapshot of a person’s life and is not always reflective of what is going on behind the scenes.
Additionally to this, and this is something I think a lot of people forget, you are the curator of what you see on your tumblr dashboard, and you have the ability to choose what you want to see. You don’t owe a platform to anyone — whether they’re negative or otherwise. Be the change you want to see. If you want to see more positivity, follow people who are being positive! Send out positivity! Create the spaces you want to be in and I promise you’ll find an improvement in no time.
(Yuki has changed me in a lot of ways and in a very short amount of time. Looking back about 5 months ago, maybe I was a little angry– a little depressed because the things that were supposed to bring me joy in roleplay was so restricted that nothing gave me joy. A guideline I had to follow because compromising with your friends to have a great roleplay experience is the right thing to do. Changing (or fashioning) yourself for someone else to keep the peace is the right thing to do. At least, that’s what I thought. What Yuki has changed is my mindset. I can communicate, ‘No, I don’t like that.’ without the fear of losing friends and if I do lose a friend, well there are billions of people in the world. It’s better that we find those people that we are more compatible with.
There is a long list of things that Yuki has restored for me. My creativity, my motivation to write stories, my social skills, my confidence is at an all time high!! I regained the ability to self-love first again, my anxiety has improved, my trust issues have improved, old wounds are starting to finally heal now, I don’t RP what I don’t want to RP– I don’t say things in my roleplay that I don’t want to say and I have many opportunities to meet new people so I’m not lonely anymore.
I’m not lonely anymore.
It’s not just me anymore…
This is the person that I gave up a long time ago in order to compromise with people I should have let go. I compromised because I was afraid of losing people but this is the person I want to be. In short I guess she has changed me because she reminded me of exactly what I am capable of…but best of all…
Yuki made me like myself again.)
(Long post, sorry guys but Yuki has really been mind changing for me! If you read it all thanks. There are more pics of all my wonderful friends but I tried to keep the post a little less scroll intensive. I appreciate all my tumblr friends and all those people that boosted my confidence over these many months! Thanks for the ask @shard-kilamarii. Some callouts for the pics I used @kha-merc-ffxiv@cahli-tia@kikyo-mihata@avwalya@bards-and-friends and Kari (who doesn’t have a tumblr xD)
*a prelude to this beautiful piece of writing here*
It grew bitter cold outside, the wind blowing violently across Kikyo’s scarcely prepared form. Sensitive to the cold, the she shivered and clutched herself, hardly able to manipulate enough aether to return home as distracted as she had become. Just in front of her however, was a house she had never been to before. Her only hope, she forced herself to move enough to make it to the door, and give it a knock, hoping whoever owned the house was home.
A gorgeous miqo’te answered the door with a cheerful smile which quickly faded at the freezing raen standing at her doorstep, “You poor thing, you look like your freezing!”
Indeed she was, her teeth clattering as she struggled, “I-I am, p-please, m-m-may I come in?” Her hands were wrapped about her as she tried her best to cover her pale exposed skin. She wore low-cut silken pants which ended at her shoes, but above that was a wavy strip of cloth about her chest which covered the bra underneath and not much else.
“Come warm your bones, make yourself at home,” the miqo’te offered, helping Kikyo into the warm cozy interior. A sigh of relief sounded as soon as the door closed, and soon they made small talk over tea…
(I’m sorry for making you wait so long, @ourluciddreaming, I didn’t forget, just wanted to do something nice! Thank you for the ask ^_^)
Kikyo Mihata 