Writing prompt! slash Halloween giftie because I felt like it since it’s my birthday month and I’m taking a break from commissions ^w^

OMG More fanart for pushpin! Thank you, Camy! It’s so cute!!! Here is what I have written to accompany it:

Pushpin’s Halloween Night

It was cold, I remember that.

Kind of like poking your head into the fridge, with a blast of chilly air, forcing things to be cold. Actually, outside was a lot like a fridge. The grass was crunchy under my paws like the french fries that had been trapped in styrofoam. The bark of the trees was dry and stiff like Chloe’s leftover sandwich. It tasted about the same, too, except without mayo. Bleck!

It had been so long since I’d eaten… a whole three hours since I’d gotten into Chloe’s fridge… 

I licked my belly to console the rumbling. The smell of food was everywhere on the grounds, but I couldn’t find it. I wandered back toward the house, letting my tail swish back and forth because it needed the practice, and watched for any more monsters. That’s why I’d left in the first place… monsters.

Not like we never had monsters here. The Linden Estate was haunted with real, live ghosts. Or, uh, not live. I guess they’re dead. Like Limerick.  He’d gotten attacked and eaten by a big ol’ monster before I was paired with Chloe, so now he walked around as a ghost. I didn’t wanna be a ghost, so I stayed away from monsters.

But there they were, a big bat guy, a dog thing, a scarecrow, some kinda… I don’t even know what it was, but it was a big mess. I sat out of grabbing reach and sniffed at them to get a better idea of what they were. They smelled… familiar… somehow…

“Pushpin, I told you to stay in the house!” 

My heart did somersaults and my tail started vibrating. It was– that scary-looking lady in robes was my Chloe! “Chloeee!” 

I ran to her, ignoring the monsters all around us, and scrambled up her robes to get onto her shoulder. She made little sounds of protest, but that was just because I hadn’t started rubbing on her yet. But I did, purring as loud as I could, rubbing all over her cheek and ear and neck. 

She put her hand between me and her face and pushed me so I had to cling to her shoulder with my claws. It wouldn’t be good to make everyone jealous of our special bond, after all.  The thought made me so happy that I couldn’t stop purring.  

“Pushpin! Geez, what is wrong with you?”

The other monsters laughed, and their voices were familiar, but I couldn’t place it. And even if they were going to destroy me, they were going to know my feelings! “I looove you!” I screeched, and affectionately nibbled on her hand. 

“You can’t blame him, Chloe.” The dog guy said. “He is your familiar.”

“Shut up, Salmon.”

Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhhh! It was the fish guy! I crawled on top of Chloe’s head to get a better look at the rest. Oh! So the Boss was the bat guy! Then I remembered…. it was HALLOWEEN. The thing the Boss was always talking about. “HAPPY HALLOWEEN!” I yelled, making sure to include some yodeling because it always got a good reaction.

Chloe growled, which was a good sign. “Pushpin…”

But the Boss bat man took me from her shoulder and curled me up in his arms. “Yeah, it’s Halloween! Come on, I’ll give you a tour of what we have set up for the party!”

“A party?!” I squeaked. I liked the Boss man. He was always so excited, and good at petting me right between the shoulderblades.

“Theo, we don’t have time for this…” the fish man groaned. He didn’t like having fun, so I didn’t understand him very well. But he was nice, too, so he was still my friend. 

The Boss showed me all of the stuff they had set up in the courtyard. There were apples under water (cruel!), cotton candy behind glass (why!), popcorn trapped in plastic (nooo!), plus lots and lots of candy in their own sealed prisons. What was this horrible thing?! 

There was also something about mirrors and a corn maze but I didn’t really get it. When it was over, the Boss set me down in the pumpkin patch.

 “Here,” he said. “You greet the guests and charm them with your cuteness.” 

That was easy to do! And I wanted to, because he was the Boss! But Chloe always said to never work for free. I frowned. “What do I get out of it?”

Then the Boss took out a bag of popcorn from the insides of is cape somehow and opened it, scattering the pieces all over. “There! You can eat all of the popcorn that you can find!”

I wasn’t listening any more, though; I HAD TO GET THE MOVING THINGS! 

There were a lot more monsters, though they might not have been, and lots more treats for me. Everyone oohed and ahhed about how cute I was, even Chloe! Basically, Halloween was the best night ever.

{Your birthday’s around this time, right? Well, it’s definitely Haku’s on Saturday, so I edited his first big manga panel. Happy Birthday.}

AWWWW THANK YOU!!!! 

Yep, my birthday is tomorrow! WOO HOO! The Hakuba in my head thanks you for your well-wishes, as do I! 

Awwww. 😀 <3

HAPPY (really late) BIRTHDAY! <3

sorry it too so long ^^;

I hope you had a great birthday!~

AHHHH MORTY

AHH THANK YOU

GOODNESS <33333  I am going to keep you and cuddle you FOREVER. THANK YOU <3333333333

*dying of cute*

*dying of cute forever* 

It’s the CIIIIIIIIRCLLLLLLE OF… SOMETHINNNNG!

There’s a Gab in my paws!  And a me hula dancing on her head!  YEAH I can do both!  ^_^  Scribbled up in Paint, dropped over a chunk of a pic I took visiting White Sands last weekend.

Re-establishing a sleep cycle can be brutal.  But know that everyone’s pulling for you!

OH MY GOODNESS THIS IS ADORABLE how did I not see it before?! AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! ;_____; <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 awwww AWWWWWWWWWW I AM DYING OF CUTE <3 

beesmygod:

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artist-confessions:

*$9 because the texture abuse raises the price by two dollars.

Wouldn’t you rather spend your money on art that you’d like to look at?

Art by http://saccharinescorpion.tumblr.com/

submitted by –orangeaipom

if this picture took less than an hour to draw, $7 is about the bare minimum level of  reasonable compensation. if it took the artist any longer than that, they are being underpaid for the amount of time they spent.

why are people constantly fucking bitching and crying about artists getting paid “too much” for their skilled labor, while nobody ever pitches a fit about the fact you can make $8.81 an hour standing in front of a door and saying hello to people

do people even have any concept of how little minimum wage actually is? even a full time minimum wage job is going to get you 1200-1500 dollars a month tops, and most positions that hire at minimum wage are going to be part time to avoid having to actually give you any benefits like health insurance (and freelance artists still have to pay for their own health insurance even when they’re working well over 40 hours a week, which is exorbitantly fucking expensive to buy individually). go look at craigslist for the prices of renting apartments in your area and see how comfortable a life you’ll have working 8 dollars an hour when you factor in the prices of food, transportation, taxes, the out-of-pocket medical bills you’ll have to pay, clothes, etc.. even if you cram yourself into apartment with a billion other people it can be hard

nobody ever argues that walmart greeters don’t deserve to make the bare minimum living wage for the work that they do because for some reason people believe training an ability for your whole fucking life and then spending countless hours creating individualized pieces to the specification of your commissioners is easier and of less value to society than saying hello to people who walk into a walmart

it’s fucking ILLEGAL to pay a walmart greeter 7 dollars for an hour of work, and yet people will sneer at an artist who doesn’t want to work at a $2/hr wage

i don’t care if an artist is hawking terrible weeaboo pictures of his fucking shitty naruto OCs rubbing their massive inflated lactating jugs all over each other, he is entitled to set his price at the minimum wage. you don’t have to buy art that you don’t like, but getting indignant over an artist expecting the most basic grade of compensation for the time spent makes you the worst kind of garbage shit trash

reblogging orangeaipom being fucking styled on

Read the post, because it’s seriously terrible how poorly most artists are paid.

Also, I think the drawing is really, really cute… and I’m shocked that it’s only $7. I’d expect to pay more like $50, and that’s only if they are doing some kind of a discount sale for fun. The lines are clean. The pose is cute. There’s lots of movement and flow.  It’s a lovely little illustration!