#control part 4

[tricoufamily]

more ancient ocs i got bored and made as sims. they were doing every tired annoying romantasy trope years ahead of the curb smh i could have been making booktok bucks

[anisaanisa]

Makima reports directly to the chief cabinet secretary. Ordinary devil hunters aren't authorized to know which devils she has contracts with ☆

[strawberrysamara]

"Kaidan Alenko is boring" WRONG. Kaidan Alenko is one of THEE characters of all time. He's Canadian, he's Schrodinger's man of colour, he's DOWN to fuck and still didn't manage to figure out that he's bisexual until his thirties, he killed a man as a teenager and almost caused a diplomatic meltdown bc of it, his tits are bigger than yours, he's constantly getting migraines, he has autism but doesn't know it AND he glows. What more could you want

[ezlo-x]

i finally have been able to capture the aesthetic/art direction i would like to take my tloz au!! idk if I'll be able to capture that feeling through my work especially the comic but I think that specific vibe old fantasy games had especially in the old PlayStation era like Shadow of the Colossus, Dark Souls, King's Field. Just whatever type of game fits that vibe

[forgetme-eternally-blissfully]

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

Cale blinks, eyes bleary. He's being held in Choi Han's arms, tucked close to his chest. Wince. Not only does his head hurt, his body hurts now too.

Being ten is strange. Strange in the way that his body doesn't match his mind anymore. Strange in the way that he feels like a stranger in someone else's home. It reminds him of a memory, older than he is, of when he first walked into the orphanage. Out of place. The kids already there looked at him like he was no different from them, but it was strange to finally be labeled an orphan despite having been without parents for most of his life, now.

The 7 year olds memories tucked away in his mind welcome the 10 year old in. Cale frowns.

A habit from his older years, and younger ones, has him checking his environment before his condition.

"I will go to Duke Fredo." He hears Eruhaben declare to everyone in the room, clearly having a meeting of sorts. Cale is tucked so close to Choi Han that his being awake goes unnoticed. Or, if it is noticed, no one says anything about Cale listening in.

Rosalyn nods. "The White Star is planning something in Cale's absence. We need to find out what that is," somberly, she adds, "Before 'he' decides to do something about it first."

Cale yawns in the middle of her talking, and the buzzing in his ears prevents him from hearing the last part. Duke Fredo... Cale remembers being Naru, for a time. Cookies and the White Star... his head aches. It feels, very accurately, like a long needle is being inserted into his skull and poking around in his brain.

"Cale?" Choi Han squeezes his shoulder. The 10 year old in his arms frowns more at how comfortably he's being held. How long has Choi Han been carrying him? He recalls being carried by Choi Han many times. It makes him recall other things, such as pain and coughing up blood. He assertively stops thinking about it.

The meeting on the other side of the room comes to an end at Cale's emerging consciousness. The eyes on him feel familiar. It reminds him of the pitiful looks he got when he wandered the cold streets in nothing but a school uniform. His memory flickers and it suddenly reminds him again of the team, when they looked at him as the Team Leader.

Though, he can't think of any reason why they're staring at him like that.

Finally, with a twang of pain in his skull, he realizes that they're looking at him with expectation... he doesn't connect the dots that their expressions are that of worry. Was there something he missed? He yawns again, tears coming to his eyes, and he calmly wipes them away before kicking his legs.

"I want down."

Choi Han sets him on the ground, steadying him on his wobbly, sleepy legs. Cale is thinking about the conversation that Eruhanen and Rosalyn just had when hunger pains radiate from his stomach like twisting tendrils.

-Sorry Cale! I took longer to heal your body because of the curse, but it's fixed now!

Clutching his stomach with one hand, he covers his mouth in a desperate attempt to keep the blood in his hand as he coughs wetly. It tastes familiar, beyond the familiarity he had with it at 10, but rather its a lifetime of familiarity that cannot be contained in just the words, 'he tasted blood.' It was a taste he knew better than food or water.

His chest feels better, he notes. His head still hurts, unfortunately, but he shouldn't expect too much.

It also came out of his nose. Gross.

With that underwhelming thought, he keeps the blood carefully cupped in his hand. Uncle hated when he got blood on the-

Uncle is...

Right.

But still... he shouldn't get blood on his Hyung-nim's nice carpet. It's probably... expen... sive.

Noise buzzes around him, someone is touching his shoulder, but he's coughing blood again, again, and again, and it feels awful as his stomach twists and writhes with the hunger and pain that he's felt before, but it makes him ravenous all the same.

Hungry. He could eat anything right now. He remembers the tasteless rock he ate to get Super Rock's Ancient Power. He'd even eat a normal rock.

But still, even in his hunger, he keeps his mouth closed.

He can't bring himself to ask for food.

Not even from Raon. Something in his core, in his gut and his heart and his soul, tells him that he shouldn't ask. How could he take food from Raon? Well, it's Raon's supply of food for Cale anyway, so it's okay. But taking food from a child? But Cale is a child too--

"Human! That's your hungry face! Quickly eat this pie!" Raon cries out and there's suddenly a slightly smashed slice of apple pie in his face. How are there already tears on it...?

He grabs it without thinking hard.

The hunger doesn't care about tears, and soon Cale is stuffing his face with the salty apple pie with a fervor that he, at 10, would normally never have shown to anyone. He eats without chewing with a familiarity that makes him want to cry.

Choi Han's hand shakes on Cale's shoulder.

He should've checked Cale's condition beforehand. He saw that Cale used the ancient powers but still, Cale only got his external wounds treated. Why did he let his happen? He thought that it would be okay this time. Cale was young now and he wasn't showing a response for a long time, so he didn't think. There's no excuse for this.

Cale eats desperately, as if his life depends on it, and Choi Han can't help the way his heart cracks at the sight. And burns with frustration at his own uselessness.

Drip.

The room is quiet.

Drop.

"Human! Do-do you need more apple pie?!" Raon yells, panicking, bringing out more apple pie as Cale's cheeks become wet with silent tears. He reaches for a pie in the air and scarfs it down, uncaring of the sticky fingers covered in sweet apple filling and flaky, crumbling bits of crust.

It tastes like home.

It doesn't taste like Uncles house, or blood, or school hallways or alleys or scraps.

He sobs miserably, wanting to hide. He isn't crying over apple pie, he isn't! From his memories, he definitely shouldn't be crying over this much- it didn't even hurt enough to cry!

Thunder crackles outside the castle. Cale remains hunched over a new slice of apple pie, curling into himself in a very not-Cale like manner.

Another crack of lightning outside.

Eruhaben steps in front of Cale. He brushes Choi Han, frozen in his shock, away from the scene. Raon brings more apple pie out, even as he sees that Cale isn't so much eating the pie as he is holding it.

"Human, I will- I will destroy the world! You can't go into a coma again, I will- I will," Raon's voice cracks. Choi Han gathers himself. He looks at Cale, before calmly standing next to Raon and touching his paw in the air. "Human..."

"Cale," Eruhaben speaks calmly. "Look at me."

Cake shakes his head, fingers trembling. Something's wrong with him, inside of him, and the panic gets to his chest as he starts to take quicker breaths. Cale looks through his memories to fix himself but they blur in a cacophony of sounds and words and frames.

"Cale Henituse, you need to relax. Everything is okay. No one is taking anything from you. Calm down."

They weren't inspirational and comforting words. No, the words could even be considered a little cold, for an adult speaking to what appears to be a 7 year old. But it was necessary for Cale, who was 10 and not 7, and Kim Rok Soo, who was orphaned at a young age and abused and abandoned, and a little boy who went through both child and teenage years without anyone he could call family.

Cale opens his eyes. Were they closed? Eruhaben is in front of him.

Calm down.

Why did Lee Soo Hyuk come to mind when he heard that? A distant, dusty memory falls through his mind, so he picks it up and watches it. The Record plays out.

Something happened like this, once.

It was the only time he came close to crying in front of the Team Leader. Lee Soo Hyuk brought him out of it. The Record, though the reason why he almost cried was somehow forgotten(lost?), always played when he needed to put himself together in a moment of weakness.

Even now. When he is 10 years old in a 7 year olds body. The voice brings back the feeling of calm.

His memories settle.

Right. This is more like him. More like himself.

His face levels out into something neutral.

It feels like an older version of himself, somewhere between 38 and 20, is stroking the top of his head. Cale wonders if hallucinations are part of the curse.

"Good job." Lee Soo Hyuk in the Record and Eruhaben's words overlap for a moment but Cale ignores it.

It takes mental strength to stand straight again, but he manages it with a stiff expression. His hands are a mess, a gross mix of blood and the smushed flesh of what used to be a perfect apple pie.

He's never been more ashamed and embarrassed in his life. Old memories come to mind, reminding him that he's done worse, but the 10 year old in a 7 year olds body feels mortified. If he'd done this in front of his uncle...

"I'm sorry." Cale apologizes. It comes out of his mouth naturally. He has a lot that he could be apologizing for. The floor, which surely has blood and messy apple pie on it now. The pie, which is as ruined as his shirt. The weird hyperventilating thing he did. He recalls his memories. Maybe it wasn't what Lee Soo Hyuk called it, a 'panic attack,' but something different, more sinister.

He convinces himself that it is.

Red flag number 6 it is.

"Cale, you have nothing to be sorry for." Eruhaben states clearly. Cale looks him in the eyes. Strangely, he feels compelled to believe the Ancient Dragon.

.... Red Flag number 7?

Cale backs away on instinct.

Eruhaben sighs.

"Unlucky bas... hah." Standing up from where he had apparently gotten on his knees, Eruhaben waves his hand. The gross feeling on Cale's hands disappears effortlessly, and the stain on his shirt vanishes too. "It'll still be better to wash your hands, at least. Though that doesn't mean you're dirty... it means you were attacked by apple pie." Eruhaben tells him seriously. He lowers himself to his height and makes eye contact. "So it's best to wash it off, just in case some of it is still on you. It could... attack again."

The other people in the room, notably missing Bud and the mage Glenn now, stare at Eruhaben. He pointedly ignores their gazes.

Cale nods.

Eruhaben covers his rising smile.

"Off you go now," he lowers the hand, looking serious again. Struggling, he continues,"... Be careful." Like sending off a soldier, he stands up and looks away from Cale.

Choi Han covers his own face and fights to not laugh.

Somehow, despite the fact that Cale technically has all of his memories, the explanation works for him. He goes into the bathroom, escorted by Ron, who helps wash his hands at the sink. Ron also has him change his clothes, despite their clean appearance.

Ron assures him that it's due to the risk of another apple attack. It could be stuck to the clothes as well. Cale frowns. Ron smiles at the pouting 7 year old.

The 10 year old starts changing his clothes obediently.

Cale's muscles ache and burn. Even his bones hurt.

His head is in so much pain, especially when he focuses, but he draws in his willpower to think very hard about the reason why he might be in this condition.

Cale winces as the needle in his brain digs in deep and drags itself over his frontal lobe, and he visibly shudders, trying not to grimace.

10 year olds are supposed to be bigger than 7 year olds, is the conclusion he comes to.

...

Cale gets chill on the back of his neck.

Surely he isn't going to grow... right? No, no way. If he is, surely he shouldn't be in pain, right? He became 7 years old in a flash and it didn't hurt, so why now?

The pain alleviates for a second. In feels like whatever is causing the pain is given a revelation.

In his undergarments, Cale is enveloped in a white light.

This is...

Definitely red flag number 8.

Definitely, he thinks, suddenly 12 years old in a 12 year olds body. The needle painfully digging into his brain burns and yet feels cold at the same time. It spreads like an infection, and he immediately covers his right eye as it becomes numb with a sharp, icy sensation. Strangely, his hand warms up.

Ron, who innocently retrieved a garment from the crown prince Alberu's younger days, drops it. The assassins hands, which never tremble, shake more than they would if Cale had been an adult. Seeing a newly 12 Cale bleeding from his eye...

Blood seeps through the gap between Cale's hand and his face, which is now suddenly 12 years old.

Cale-- Ron realizes as he calls, as calmly as he can, for the ancient dragon and rushes in a not-so-calm manner to the young masters side-- has yet to realize that his eye is gushing blood. The 12 year old looks at Ron, confused.

Ron's expression is stiff.

"Ron?" Cale asks.

Eruhaben enters the room alongside Raon and Choi Han, but Ron focuses on relaxing his expression, and carefully holding Cale's hand to his eye, keeping it there so he doesn't remove it.

"Young Master... Do you remember the song, Dark Night Moon Light?"

Cale frowns. His head hurts.

"No." He says honestly. Why is everyone in here all of a sudden? Cale was barely dressed in some now too-small shorts. It's cold, he thinks through the pain.

"Then I will remind you, Young Master. It's a children's song that parents or butlers like me sing at a child's bedside. The child will close their eyes and listen to the song. Would you allow this butler to sing it to you?"

All of a sudden?

Cale feels uncomfortable, but his head hurts so much that he can't think about it a lot, so he closes his eyes.

Ron sings, in his calm and low voice, a common children's melody. He himself had once sung it for Beacrox, a long time ago.

It's supposed to help children who find themselves terrified of the dark. As far as Ron knows, Cale was never been so afraid of the dark to have this song sung to him... but, he understands with a bitter heart, even if he had been scared, the song would've been sung by his mother. Not his father, who was too sucked in by his grief after her passing.

He realizes that Cale, being 12 now, must no longer have the memories of his mother singing to him.

Eruhaben has Ron carefully remove Cale's hand, which had been pooling blood inside, spilling onto the floor.

Branded under his eye, looking like a burn in the soft and thin skin, is a number.

'12'

Eruhaben waves away the blood.

"Young Master, open your eyes now. The song is over." Ron doesn't react to the number, and when Cale opens his eyes, hides his relief that his eye is not damaged. Just bleeding. "Do you know how old you are now?" Though, Ron had a strong suspicion that they already knew.

"... 12, I think."

"Cale, you've been fighting off the curse, haven't you?" Eruhaben asks. It feels angry. Cale shrinks in on himself.

"It's fine, isn't it? It's better if I'm older."

He won't cry anymore. He can bathe again, since he can now handle the phantom sensations of blood and scars and dirt. He won't ignorantly use his ancient powers. Off the top of his head, there are more reasons that he should be older than there are reasons to go back to being young.

He is a better slacker when he isn't being whiny and childish.

"... Cale-nim." Choi Han groans.

"You knew that you were fighting off the curse, right?" Eruhaben asks again, but it's calculating.

"... Yes," but how could he not? He could always feel when he grew older, smarter. Not to mention the cracking like pain of his skull being hammered in, worse and worse as he ages. Even now, he can only tell the honest and not altered truth, simply because he is in too much pain.

Choi Han wants to ask. 'Is it because you don't trust us?'

But he holds his tongue.

Eruhaben sighs. He nods at Ron.

"Get dressed." Eruhaben rubs the top of Cales red hair, leaving him frazzled, before leaving the room. Choi Han clutches his sword and restrains his rampant emotions.

"You aren't in trouble human! The great and mighty Raon will help you become a child again!" Raon flies around Cale. Ron, observing Choi Han and Raon, leaves to rob the crown prince of more clothes.

Sigh. Cale shivers.

His head hurts.

[rebouks]

Previous // Next

Jude: Why can’t I just live here?! Ivan: How many times do we gotta go over this? Jude: They’d barely notice! Ivan: I’m sure that ain’t true. Jude: Is too-.. the stupid baby isn’t even here yet n’ it’s like I don’t exist! Ivan: They’re just excited, is all. Pixie: Is it gonna be my brother or sister too? Ivan: It don’t work like that, spud. Pixie: How does it not? If it’s Jude’s brother or sister n’ I’m his sister then that means they’ll be mine too, right? Jude: No, ‘cause we’re only related by dad. Ivan: What’re you doin’ tomorrow? Jude: I dunno, Robin said he was busy, so… Ivan: No Jacob? Jude: He’s uh-.. out of town. Pixie: When can I-… Ivan: Don’t start, Pix. Jude: Can we be excused now? Ivan: You don’t gotta ask. … Pixie: I wish you lived here all the time too. Jude: Yeah… Pixie: Maybe if you annoy them enough, they’ll want to get rid of you. Jude: Fat chance-.. I’d just wind up grounded. Pixie: You could run away? Jude: I don’t think that’d work either. Pixie: There must be something we can do. Jude: Some problems don’t have a solution. Pixie: That sounds like a lame, adult thing to say. Jude: It kinda does, doesn’t it? Let’s find a mad scientist to make a clone of me instead. Pixie: One without spots and a smelly bed! Jude: [snickers] It’s gotta be believable, dummy.

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

I have started just hissing at things randomly, which isn’t exactly a new development, but I feel like my hissing used to more targeted

[i-am-a-fan]

So one head-canon turned into another and then another and then another an-

[digitalain]

My ego wired on the CRT

[thiscityneedslessfog]

so has anyone noticed Yukiko’s arc with Konohana Sakuya calling her out on her learned helplessness and learning how she has more power than she realized and how similar it is to Adachi’s own sense of not being in control that drives him nuts because I have and I wanna talk about it

Because Konohana Sakuya calls Yukiko out on her own helplessness, looking to others, “princes,” ways to run from her situation… when she’s trying to teach Yukiko that the only thing stopping her… is Yukiko. I mean her boss form proves that firmly. She’s a bird in a cage and closes and opens up the cage to attack.

And right beforehand, she’s got a lot to say about Yukiko’s learned helplessness and the self-hatred Yukiko feels over it.

She just points out hard how Yukiko doesn’t feel in control of her life and how just… no. No that’s not true, she can do something, the power’s in her hands.

And during her Social Link, Yukiko realizes that her resentment for the inn and perceived lack of power was born from her mistaken belief that her family’s love was conditional, when it wasn’t. Not at all.

Speaking of looking away from small opportunities and convincing yourself you have to bear your problems alone because you’re worried that having a support network will take away your agency…

Wait.

Does this sound like a certain detective we know, or what?

We know less about what Adachi’s childhood was like than we do about Yukiko’s (which is to say we know like… nothing other than implying his parents weren’t terribly affectionate in Rank 2, which is why the old lady confuses him and he avoids her).

But what we do know is he keeps acting like everything is out of his control. He describes his mistake as being utterly insignificant when… he never describes it… which makes me think it’s much more important than he acts. (Knowing this guy he probably let something massive slip, but hell if he’ll tell us…) He says “and then they send me to the boonies” as if the reason he got sent wasn’t his own fault. Taking no blame in the events that got him here… when he was absolutely not blameless.

I’ve stated this before, but I believe that Adachi saw the Midnight Channel Killings as a method of taking his life back from what he felt was out of his control—when considering he had Ame-no-Sagiri burst out of him, ironically made him lose more control—even lost his own body temporarily. Adachi is an utter control freak and any sense of him having no power causes him to panic, fly off the handle and strike out at anyone around him.

And it’s not like nobody reached out to him to make the support network Yukiko learned to cherish having. I have no idea if anybody did prior to Inaba, but the thing is, I know what happened in Inaba. Dojima reached out. That old woman reached out. Yu reached out. And Adachi threw it all away, never bothered with the support network he had that was trying to exist if only he’d let it… and part of him knows that, which is why his mind got occupied by the Dojimas while in jail, despite him refusing to see Dojima as he visited him in jail. He literally kept trying to burn bridges with Dojima when he failed the first time. And more importantly, his line right before Ame-no-Sagiri overtakes him.

GEE, I WONDER WHY THAT IS, ADACHI :) (violent sarcasm)

The only time Adachi ever admitted he screwed up (right up until his parting letter) was insanely indirect via the second threat letter he sent. Because I’m 99% sure he only sent that because “Oh shit, Nanako’s the next target!!” And when he mentions being unable to clean up his own mess in the parting letter. That’s it.

Yukiko literally almost burns all her bridges too. Her earlier social links are actually about her starting to try and stake it out on her own, and even doing it behind their backs because she doesn’t quite trust them.

Like Adachi, Yukiko initially believed that staying with the network she had would give her no control over her life, as Konohana Sakuya’s quote “Everything’s decided for me, from how I live to where I die! I’m sick of it!!”

But her family’s unconditional love and the support of her friends actually gave her the power and agency she desperately wanted—she could do whatever she wanted if only she realized it. Her friends and family love her no matter what.

Which is what makes this line so perfect—Yukiko, the one who almost burnt nearly her bridges because she believed she had no power, just like Adachi, is the one who says this.

Of course Yukiko would be the one who tells him his ideas of hating the world but still not wanting to die to be nonsensical—Konohana Sakuya called her out on this shit eight months ago. “Having no hope if [you] stay but no courage to leave.” And in both the crow and the spider’s case, it would be better for them to stay. Because Yukiko has a support network no matter what and shouldn’t burn perfectly functioning bridges, and neither should Adachi, who doesn’t even realize there is someone out there who wants to be his support network—Dojima. Who literally brings him an ambulance to make sure he’s at least in a good physical state when in jail.

And Yukiko also didn’t realize how much her family loved her initially, and how important her friends were to her despite her closeness to Chie. But the difference is, Yukiko realized her support network was not only healthy, but necessary before she ever destroyed it. She realized their importance and that they weren’t at all as restraining as she’d believed.

Adachi didn’t realize in time, and still didn’t realize it even after Dojima did him a favor when he was being jailed, since he refuses to see him when he visits.

[rui-drawsbox]

First commission out of the list! @yellowplumfruit's MC and Baxter relaxing♪

[standsbeingnormal]

puppetmasters

[nocaffeineforlevi]

Spooky guy in malevolent is like a guide dog who will do the job they're trained to do but also thinks it's funny to periodically guide their handler into mailboxes and the like

[sprucestairs]

hhhhhh I need to properly reread Percy jackson again. This post brought to you by the fact I was about to make a post about a scene I very vividly remember of Will Solace trying to convince Pollux not to keep fighting with his good arm broken before Percy manages to convince him not to bc he promised Dionysus, then thought to myself "huh maybe I should fact check that- I mean I did also convince myself that Travis stoll died in this battle when he actually just went to college." And guess what? That scene ✨️didn't happen.✨️ Pollux was trying to convince Percy to let him rejoin the fight very half heartedly, while propped against a tree, and Percy was just like "hmmmm... no"

[dafpork]

dafpork is like a modern day speakeasy to me because everyone comes in like it’s forbidden but since it’s the modern day it’s perfectly normal. Little secret club

LMAO YES!!! THIS IS A REALLY GOOD ANALOGY.. AND SEE IT'S SO FUNNY because i'm like I DON'T WANT IT TO BE FORBIDDEN... i'm such an accidental hypocrite in that regard because i'm like "i want more people to talk about them i want people to be loud and proud it makes me sad to hear that people might have been initially embarrassed to ship them there's so much to love :(((( anyway here's my SHITTY ART of these people i HATE i'm so EMBARRASSED thanks for putting up with me in my SHAME CORNER UGH i'm so EMBARRASSED they're so EMBARRASSING i SUCK they SUCK it all SUCKS" LOL and i do mean it in a joking manner... mostly... but i'm kind of now at the point where i'm like. Okay well you're going to have to put in some more legwork if you want people to talk about them. (but, again, just the fact that people talk about and support them enough is so great! it's so weird and wonderful to me that people are calling it on dafpork on platforms other than this one, people who may not know i exist... it's cool hearing a term you and your friend came up with in a private discord be used, it shows how much growth there HAS been since there really used to be nothing!)

a dafpork speakeasy sounds so cool though oh my god can you imagine Porky and Daffy themed cocktails...............

COME JOIN US AT THE DAFPORK SPEAKEASY. which, you are not supposed to advertise that a speakeasy is a speakeasy. but it's subversive. like Daffy. or something. this is your sign to play pig and duck with us. yes you

[daily-whistlebreeze]

I'd like to quickly say something as my blog keeps on growing and inspires new daily blogs. Never in any way shape or form compare yourself to what I have been doing here for the last four years. It isn't good for you, I am too much of an outlier to be a good comparison point.

I began drawing Whis every day in a time where I needed something to hold onto and by some luck I had a perfect moment every single day after dinner to draw my whis for the day. It has become a key piece of my daily routine, nearly the only thing I will know for sure I'll do. This isn't something easy to achieve and honestly stiffens me a bit for other activities, but I have grown so attached to Whis that I gladly take this responsibility. Daily Whis is my job and I enjoy it (usually)

I've been going at it for four years now, but it hasn't always been smooth for me either. Outside circumstances (like exams) or my dwindling mental health have at many points forced me to skip days or really plan ahead to have Whisses prepped in advance (I tell you, when I went to Greece for a good 11 days last year, I was working overtime to have all the Whisses I needed for the trip).

Sometimes I do just want to skip a day because I'm too tired or distracted by another thing and it's fine. I only make it a problem for myself because I have this daily gimmick and an anniversary to celebrate every year, but most daily blogs don't have such strict constraints and that's good.

These blogs are supposed to be fun. It is fun to draw a specific character/thing every day, it is especially rewarding if you can hold onto it for a little while and see how you've grown since you started. Day 1 of daily Whis looks so less good compared to my recent art, but it's incredible to be able to look back at all the progress I've made in the four years I've been at it. But in all, this is just supposed to be fun, art is supposed to be fun and these blogs are never an obligation to hold onto. I've managed it, but through a collision of circumstances so unlikely and specific that it's really a miracle I'm still working.

Doing it daily is a good challenge, it forces you to try and keep a stricter schedule on the drawings you want to post. It teaches you time management (usually. Be aware that sometimes you'll still start pieces that are a bit too big half an hour before posting time. Or at least I do), drawing every day improves your skills by practicing a little every day and is just fun. Sometimes you really need to just draw the character standing there and it's amazing you can just do that and share it with people who will enjoy it.

But doing it daily is still challenge and not something your life depends on. Not everyone has the time to manage a daily blog, it does take an hour out of every day where you could be doing something else, or you don't have access to your art equipment (I've downloaded an art program on my phone to make quick 5 minute doodles for those days I'm away from my computer when it's posting time, but nobody should be forced to do this) or life just gets in the way damnit.

So I want everyone to know I feel so incredibly honored to be the source of inspiration for other daily blogs to begin, but please do not force yourself to draw if you're not feeling inspired or well or you don't have the time or literally any other reason and please, if those reasons do come in the way don't feel guilty about it. Draw while the joy is there and if you want to challenge yourself by doing a daily, absolutely do so, but take care of yourself and just focus on what's enjoyable and that isn't the same for everyone.