Your art is so poignant and skillfully executed. I'm always excited to see what you create, and all the various influences that are revealed(or hidden) in each art piece.
That being said, I was not prepared for the sudden influx of Sad Dog x Bright Dog art you've been sharing recently! Machete having the potential of being loved and enjoying tenderness despite himself is one of The Best reveals of 2023. I enjoy how you express his relationship and struggles just as much as i enjoyed the stand alone pieces you've shared.
Thank you much for sharing the broader stories and pictures of your characters 💓
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Fourteen Days of MHA | 7/14: First Impressions, Just One Bad Day
Shouta’s first impression of Yamada is that he’s loud.
He’d thought Shirakumo, who deposits their classmate in the seat across from him in the cafeteria and scurries away with a cry of Shouta, this is Hizashi, be friends! was bad, but Yamada’s YO! is loud enough that several people at nearby tables turn their heads to look.
“It’s Aizawa, right?” he says, still too loud, leaning across the table. At least he doesn’t assume familiarity just because Shirakumo introduced him by his given name. “I’m Yamada Hizashi. I’m in your class, but I sit waaay in the back, so you might not remember—”
Shouta does remember. Yamada has very distinctive hair, and Shouta had thought he was loud in the classroom, too. He might sit near the back, but their homeroom is definitely not big enough that he has to yell during attendance to be heard.
Yamada is undeterred by Shouta’s continuing silence as he launches into what, for all intents and purposes, is an opening monologue of relevant information. Every so often, he pauses like he’s waiting for Shouta to cut in, which of course he doesn’t, so Yamada forges ahead, gesturing with his chopsticks in hand but never quite managing to pause long enough to actually eat anything.
Shouta has to appreciate the logic of having an introductory speech prepared. Maybe he should do the same, so he doesn’t have to sit in awkward silence at times like this. At least times like this are few and far between.
You can only have so many first days of school in your life. One day he’ll graduate and never have to introduce himself to a new class again.
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Dear diary...
I'm feeling like... Recovery might be possible for me...? But maybe my mind is just deceiving...
I don't know why I felt this for a moment. I really doubt it, but I had a... Small glimpse of hope last night, somehow? But I don't even know if I want to try anything, only to then end up failing again and feeling worse than before.
Recovery scares me. Everything in general fucking scares me so much...
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What irks me so much about Triage the series is the fact that i cannot help but pity Tol so much when it was his time to restart the loop. Like how did i come to root for this brat who made every reset of the loop an uphill climb for Tin.
His redemption arc is layered like for every loop that restarts I got to perceive him a little better and yes he is a little shit, very entitled, and just a little bit of a snob but Tin humanizes him so well that i can help for the little guy (Tol) to live past 22:55 and to have him save the Tin, the man who never gave up on him, literally
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One thing I hate most about enduring the scars of abuse is that I just... never trusted that something as fundamental as love and care could exist in a pure state, unadulterated by fear and isolation. It felt like every little aspect of humanity twisted into itself until all I could recognize was this cold, unfeeling mass of horror. You pick up the pieces and have to learn how to step back into the waters of love, and it's so damn scary, yet people look at you with this look that says, "how dare you be suspicious of love?"
I just want others to know that it's not easy to recover - it never really is, is it? People expect that you'll accept love right away, that you won't be afraid of positivity. But that's unrealistic and unreasonable and unfair. People who are in this stage of recovery aren't selfish, nor are we trying to insult the love the world has for us. We are wounded, and we are trying to protect ourselves, and yes, it might seem counterproductive, but please realize that this might be the only way we know how to survive right now. And to the person reading this who may be going through this: I'm proud of you. If you cannot run head-first into recovery, you may walk, or crawl, or claw your way into it, you may scream and sob and laugh. There is no right answer to recovery.
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