#jin kaze tazuki

[jadebrightwind]

Aaaand here’s the one I made of Jin!! Jin enjoyers unite!

Jin Jin Jin Jin Jin Jin Jin Jin <3 <3 *blowing kisses* !

Had fun making this one and one with Hanako! Bit of a messy sketch sheet since I don’t have a wireless tablet, I just wanted to cram as much Jin as I could on the page until I tired out! You might be seeing some of these again with the digital touch….just gotta get back to my tablet, oog…

[jadebrightwind]

Me: *a hopeless romantic* this character is everything, the catalyst, the origin of all my tastes and desires for the future, they inspired me, I love them so dearly, nothing can or ever will take that away, thank you for my life force

The character:

(Art is from the YYH manga I did NOT draw this lmao)

[jadebrightwind]

Finally got around to finishing this comic I sketched a month ago. I know I said I would be posting less polished things.... Apparently, I lied! Get you a girl who thinks you're funny. Get you a guy who makes you laugh. Nothing but joy and silliness. Thought about my own relationship with my husband while crafting this.

Did I have fun making this? Yes! Will I do more of these? Maybe! The girl's name is Shimizu Hanako, an old OC I am revamping, so you'll be seeing more of her as time goes on. Oh, and here's some meme templates, as a treat. Please just credit/tag if you decide to use them so I can see what people do with these! For fun!

[jadebrightwind]

I saw Jin in the machine and next thing you know I’m gunning coins in the gaptcha

Jesus Christ on a Pogo stick I am a crazy person

[jadebrightwind]

The feeling of finally being brave enough to attend the party you really wanted to go to…only to find everyone has gone. All that’s left is a dim and empty room with balloons sinking to the ground, half empty red solo cups, the muffled record skipping to a halt, streamers languishing off the walls, and the fan slowly rotating the stale air around a reddish room.

This is what it feels like to try to enter a fandom, to enjoy a passion fully that you couldn’t before when it was at its peak. Everyone has moved on… Well, most everyone. Perhaps, just maybe, the old guard has moved to the backyard, passing a joint between the three of them as they murmur in quiet voices about how crazy that party was and how hungover they will be in the morning. Hushed voices with curled smiles as they discuss the -good- shit - the stuff too intimate and real to share among the cacophony of a crowded room.

Is there room for one more? I brought some chips and some wild stories. I’ll just need a few puffs and some patience to prepare to bear my soul, rationality be damned.

I was there when it happened. I was! Young, timid, watching it catch fire and spin into the air. I didn’t have then what I have now. I was still turning into a person, and this thing - it shaped me into that person. To look back and see the charred lines from where I’ve been, all leading back to that one cigarette smoked and tossed into the bushes. The origin of yearning, what shaped my future fervors into the faces they hold now.

Is it too late? Too late to pay homage to my first loves? To declare the first loves as the eternal? To admit that, seething underneath my skin, deep in the folding of flesh and bone, it pulsed, bloody fuel for the beats of my heart?

I cannot go back, I can never go back. I cannot revive what is dead.

But what if it never died?