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The Dare Cover because I completed the story last month

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Daydreams

Daydreams cover completed! Hell yes- now onto writing all the perspectives of nightmares-

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Howdy folks~

Howdy hey homies! I’m a writer and I actually edit for the (small youtuber) Saichi Kohana! Not that anyone knows that-- but I work for my best homie! 

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Nightmares cover is finished! Now on to the first chapter!

I have already rewritten nightmares part 1 and I will be working on the manga. When the manga is finished I will post the writing and the manga at the same time! Sorry for all of this taking so long- I just tend to make things harder than they need to be 😅

But I did find that drawing sharp and straight lines is easier for me- compared to drawing nice curves and such- so here is what my manga will look like- and that’s that 🤍

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So I drew some manga style Saiouma- I’m still working on my manga though- obviously 🥲

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Extra covers for Vampire Kisses

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Finally finished one of the screenshots for vampire kisses 17!

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To never be afraid always be the scariest person in the room.

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Case closed page one in the style I’m using for the Jest Homicide manga! It’s good to get some practice!

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Go Sou the head master for this whole ass project I’m working on 😅🥲

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Drew this today and I like how it turned out! The color scheme is a little all over the place since the hair color is the color of my hair when I was younger, the skin color is my favorite color now, and then the eye color is my least favorite color. So here we are this is my character

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Nightmares 11-14

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I don’t care anymore

Your words don’t hurt me

I have written my own

So who cares about what you say

You see the bad

You state the bad

Lies and Truth

Something about that smile

Made me wanna stay

I don’t know why it’s vile

Making me decay

Look over at the walls

Isn’t it a nice shade

White the color of halls

Helping it pave

Showing the way

Walking down to find it

Step

Step

Step

It’s a nice pattern

Same with the depth

Looking to photos

Holding old smiles

Holding old memories

Holding all pasted truth

Are the things you see “true”?

Are the people you meet “real”?

Are the memories “you”?

What is truth?

A word to bring comfort?

A word to bring judgement?

A word to bring pain?

A people who believe they are

The one word said

“True”

But who is truth

The people on the news?

A feeling called love?

Feelings one has for another?

Friendships made in this life?

Temporary

Out of place one may say

And you would be right

We like to believe that

Everything stays “forever”

But “forever” is another “truth”

What is forever?

What is temporary?

People are temporary

People are not forever

People are not truth

People are not true

That is what it may be

But who knows

It’s all case by case

No reason to believe something is “truth”

When things can change in a second

When things can leave without a sound

When memories change underneath

When things hurt and you are unable to

See

Sight

Is sight “truth”?

Is sight “true”?

People can see

They call it sight

But even that isn’t solidified

People can lie with words

But they can also lie with sight

They can lie with touch

They can lie about anything

People are not “true”

People are not “truth”

Sight is true to ones self

Feelings are true to ones self

Touch is true to ones self

When these are expressed verbally

The meaning is not “truth”

Because words are misheard

Misspoken

And misrepresented

One may say

“I love you”

But the other can deny that

And the people are given a choice

“Which one is true”

There is no right answer

It’s all based on bias

The Will of the mind

The lies of the mind

The guide society gives

This is not “truth”

Anything created by people

Is not “truth”

Nothing created can be seen as “truth”

Because there will always be

Misinterpretation

Misrepresenting

Mistakes

Mistaken

Mishearing

Misunderstanding

These all take

Take the “truth” people praise

“Truth” brings lies

Lies of comfort

Lies to forget

Lies to calm

“It’s okay”

“I will always be here for you”

“They can never hurt you again”

“I will keep you safe”

“You are safe”

“There is nothing to be afraid of”

“You are going to be okay”

“It will get better”

Lies

These are all seen as “true”

This is seen as “truth”

All because of the reaction it brings

It brings comfort

It brings security

It brings togetherness

It brings calm

But it resents to acknowledge

The pain

The lingering suffering

The “honest truth”

The future

The moments passed

The person themselves

If this is “truth”

I guess all I have to do is believe it

Then maybe I will be accepted

Maybe then I will be happy

If all of my depression and suicidal thoughts are “lies”

Then there is nothing to worry about

There is nothing to fear

There is nothing to cry about

Because the “truth” should save me

“Should”

“Could”

“Possibly”

“Maybe”

“Probably not”

“No”

The “truth” is a lie

And my eyes revealed that unto me

I was only a child

And I could see everything

All the pain

All the fear

All the lies

All the liars

Everything

I saw what was there

I saw what wasn’t there

I experienced what was there

I experienced what wasn’t there

People saw me for what they didn’t see

What they didn’t understand

What they misunderstood

What they misheard

What they mistaken me for

“Crazy”

“Unnatural”

“Liar”

“Sacrilegious”

“Mentally ill”

“Repugnant”

“Doesn’t belong”

“Alone”

Alone

I guess that would fit me

I am alone

More because I choose to be

Because the world is plagued

The world is sick

High on the “truth” they worship

High on the “truth” that kills

I’m sick of people

People are not “truth”

People are lies

People are not “true”

People are fake

People are not “kind”

People are judgmental

People are not “safe”

People are hidden danger

People are not “happy”

People are liars

So why am I the liar

And they are “true”

Why do they have that power over me

Why do they hurt me and say it’s right to do so

Why do you ask about me

Why don’t you ask them

Because I know you won’t believe me

Because I’m “lies”

And they are “truth”

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Don’t [1-4]

So here are the first FOUR pages I have of a poem I wrote like three years ago- why did I draw this out? I was bored and it was Sunday. I have nothing more to say-

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Manga Practice

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Nightmares pt one is on Webtoon

https://www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/nightmares-/list?title_no=729531