#mhimh

[blazichu]

This is not a goodbye, now, I'm not going away. No, I don't have the answers, but I do have the faith.

Memory, Heavy in My Heart concluded today! I'm not going to lie, I'll miss it!

[ihaveatheoryonthat]

WIP Wednesday...?

I've been wanting to post a teaser for a bit, but was having a difficult time working up the nerve, and then figuring out what bit to pick. It's a little late in the day, but it still counts as Wednesday, right?

Anyway, this would be a small portion of the opening chapter to Memory, Heavy in My Heart.

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Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

“I have to afford it this much, it really is beautiful out here. You could never see the stars so clearly in the city, and the way everything is blanketed in a perfect layer of snow-- it would be a sight to behold under better circumstances. I tried to send a picture, but it’s no surprise that it never connected.”

He pauses for a moment. The audible inhale trembles, and so does its matching exhale, but it’s lighter than before. In spite of it, he laughs under his breath.

“Imagine if you could hear me, rattling on about nothing. Should I tell you about the Snorunt, just to be safe? I passed by an entire pack of them, hopping around to their hearts’ content. The amount of energy they have in such a harsh environment is enviable. They jump from snowdrift to snowdrift without the slightest difficulty, and here I am fighting for every step.”

The footfalls are audible as he allows a break in the one-sided conversation.

“I recognize that standard procedure when one finds themselves lost is to remain in place, but I’m afraid it’s no longer an option. I’m unsure how long I spent semi-conscious, but clearly I wasn’t found in that time. As the snow continued to fall, it became impossible to stay where I woke. I hope I haven’t made a horrible mistake.”

His breathing changes. It’s hard to identify in that moment, but when he begins again, the cause becomes clear: he’s coming across with a fabric barrier warping the quality of his speech.

“The cold air is beginning to become painful. I’ll call again once my throat has recovered.”

The line clicks shut.

[a-ring-over-troubled-ding]

Spring of Ingo Day 14: Familiar Tracks

This is another one based on MHIMH, and the tradition of crafting a Warden's bracelet! It's unclear whether Gligar is helping, or just wants a pretty rock.

[ahsatal]

Sneak Peak of My Hero Is My History 

[blazichu]

I'm particularly fond of a scene from chapter 13 and decided to doodle out of boredom a few days back. Just posted the chapter, so I finally get to share both!

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I couldn't work on my WIP yesterday, so instead, I made memes about my WIP.

Bonus:

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Chapter 14 happened to contain another scene that I felt like doodling. I’m not doing this for every chapter by any means; it was just a happy overlap between having an image in mind and wanting to try out a new pen.

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MHiMH designs for pre-wardenship* and post-frenzies, as we finally saw in chapter 29!

*Technically, Ingo crafted his bracelet before he was made part of the Pearl Clan, so there was a span of time where he didn't wear the clan colors with it. I just liked the way it worked with the repaired coat, so I kept it for that picture, too.

[blazichu]

I've been wanting to draw out part of MHIMH's intro chapter for a while, but could never get this pose right. I still think it came out a little wonky, but good enough for now.

[blazichu]

“There’s a path, now-- a staircase. It’s not exactly to code, but that’s to be expected given the nature of it; I would be more surprised if the platforms leading into open air were OSHA compliant.” He says, distantly entertained at the idea, only to sober and lead into, “The message is quite clear: I’m meant to follow it wherever it takes me… but I couldn’t help but hesitate.”

We're finally wrapping MHIMH up today! A big thanks to everyone who gave it a chance, and an even bigger thanks to everyone who stuck it out with me! It's been a lot of fun!

See you guys soon ;)

[blazichu]

On the Trail of Giratina: A huge shadow has been seen in the Cobalt Coastlands; there's a strong chance it is Giratina, the fearsome Pokemon you recently battled.

[blazichu]

The camera starts up on the familiar dirt road of Jubilife Village, operating under its own power-- though it seems to be playing nice with its owner today. “It occurs to me that I didn’t actually keep up on documenting Jubilife’s growth as a settlement.” Says the man in question; off to the side, his hand pokes into frame as he turns a palm up in apology.

[blazichu]

The crack in reality is wrenched open from within, and a Pokemon lumbers out into the peak of Hisui, hunched in on itself. Behind it, the crack leeches out the same black-green-purple that taints the sky. It’s of little consequence, though, when the white and pink behemoth lifts its head and flares its wings, arms spread as it roars.

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Rotom shudders in the air and pans around, looking for its friends, but nothing is beneath it. Not empty space. Nothing.

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“It’s rather funny, isn’t it? It always seems to come down to truth and ideals in the end-- or perhaps that’s just the Unovan in me, still there even after all this time.”

[blazichu]

In the photograph, a well dressed, dark haired woman stands proudly to one side, deservedly showing off her hard work. To the other side is a man all her opposite: light haired, blank faced, standing slightly sheepishly. His eyes are happy, though, and the repaired coat rests over his shoulders, not a crooked seam to be found.