tracking #cnovelartreblogs
do you make art for a smaller Chinese fandom - danmei, baihe, non-queer book, cdrama based on a book, or even cdrama NOT based on a book?
do you wish more people who are interested in smaller Chinese fandoms could see your work?
tag #cnovelartreblogs when you post, and I'll see it and be able to queue it to reblog to this blog, which currently has about 500 followers specifically interested in all kinds of less-popular-in-English-speaking-spaces Chinese fandoms! while I focus on danmei, I absolutely will reblog all the categories listed above - any type of ship, from books or shows, as long as the fandom's source material is from China!
if you're not sure what qualifies, I encourage you to visit the blog and get a general idea from the massively out of date but still basically accurate aside from the old part pinned post!
I politely request that artworks for mxtx fandoms NOT be tagged with cnovelartreblogs! I check the main tags for those fandoms every day, as long as you use those tags I should see your work. #cnovelartreblogs is intended to help me find works from smaller fandoms that are often difficult to collect. I will block people who abuse the tag and make my life more difficult, so if you put things there that don't belong, your work won't get reblogged at all, so please respect my request and don't waste my time.
thanks advance, everyone! I look forward to seeing all the things you've made!
-unforth
PLEASE REBLOG TO SPREAD THE WORD! People in small fandoms can be hard to find and I'd like to cast a wide net. <3
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What kind of lasagna are we going to get? Are there any ingredients I should have left out or considered instead? Do you think the final results will resemble a real dish? Let me hear your predictions!
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04/05/2023 The Blue Haired Girlfriend spotted a couple morels while we were walking down to the mailbox. Delicious! We've never seen morels here before.
Every year, in spring and autumn, when the light comes through the rain in a particular way, we go through a process foragers sometimes call "getting your mushroom eyes." At first you look at pieces of the forest one after another: the shadow of a likely tree, a mossy hollow, a fallen log, a pile of rotting leaves. Mushrooms could be in this place, or that one, and you focus on each possibility one at a time, switch between them with a sort of internal click. But as the rains continue and the world greens, we start to read the forest as a whole story, instead of sounding out each individual shadow and clump of moss. There's a trick to it that has to be relearned each season, a porousness, a way of looking at the world and letting it flow through you and feeling the underlying currents and patterns.
Until one day you are walking in the woods and there are mushrooms everywhere and it doesn’t seem possible you didn’t see them before. Like you've gone through a hidden doorway into a different world, stranger and truer than the old one.
The thing that is most like getting your mushroom eyes is falling in love. You meet someone. A musician: you talk about synthesizers and phrygian mode. You look at the moon together when you are sleepless thousands of kilometers apart. You've never been good at conversation, but she listens to everyone - waiters and tow truck drivers and delivery people - and you learn that everyone has a story so beautiful that listening to them tell it feels like wings opening inside your ribcage. At first the glimpses of the other world are piecemeal, clicking into and out of focus - like maybe you hear a synthesizer in grocery store background music, and you tell your friends, "hey, you know, my girlfriend is a musician," and they smile tolerantly. (It is not the first time they have heard this.)
Until one day you realize you can feel the phase of the moon without looking at it, the mode of a song is as clear as its lyrics, and that when you talk to a stranger you can see a soft light in them now, like a lantern through stained glass. It doesn’t seem possible that you didn’t see these things before, somehow. You have come through the door of her, to a better world, vaster and stranger and truer.
We enjoy cooking, but I think more than the occasional leaf or mushroom for the kitchen, the thing we love about foraging is to love the world, together.
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the reason i can write 78,000 words of citation dense prescriptive nonfiction for the largest publishing house in the world in a month now is because i spent the last 15 years on this website making posts every day!! and some of them were even good!
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How about pufferfish?
I'm currently watching a video on them lol.
“What’s this called again?”
“Pufferfish.”
“Does it taste good?”
“Not everything is meant to be eaten, Wild.”
“Sorry, Twilight.”
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