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WELP here’s the project I did for school that I wanna work into a more personal project throughout this summer and in the future as well. I haven’t done a comic in a long time, so there was a lot of experimenting here and I’m gonna apologize ahead for my shaky storytelling cuz writing is not my forte, although I do plan on fixing this up in the future. It’s a sort of prequel to what I wanna do for my zodiac kids, so it was just a lot of messing around with them. Nothing is historically accurate; its psuedo history and fanstasy so hahaHA 

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This isn’t mine, but it is important. It’s simple.

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I finished my midterm. Worked a hell of a lot today. Then my final thought of the night.

Why a bunny for Easter? We should celebrate the platypus! They lay eggs! Plus, they adorbs!

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I have realized that I turn to Bob Ross and Muppets when feeling sad. They know that life if hard.

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New Problem

So I was finally forced into the new age of having a smartphone and all the joys that comes with it. However my step mother and father are getting on my ass about using data. Not because I am overusing it. No no. Because I am not using any*.

I exist in two places. Either my house which already has wifi so I don’t worry about data. Or at school where I am also connected to wifi so I don’t have to worry about data. I am now getting yelled at for not using it enough when literally I use my phone as a phone, for texting, and now to play Neko Atsume.

FAK

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Well shit.

That moment when you screw up so bad that you are too ashamed to show yourself in public. I went to Candelaria this morning, on time and everything. I walked around to the top floor, not worried about time. Checked the classroom numbers, finally got close to the one I needed, then stopped when I passed the number. I looked at my paper, maybe I wrote it wrong. Then I looked and circled around again, maybe I missed it. The halls are numbered super weird. I looked at my paper and it clicked in my head.

This was Candelaria. Not Kepner. Which is on the complete opposite side of campus. By this point class had started. The bus just left to take people to the other side of campus. I went outside to check the schedule, and it would effectively take me the same amount of time to walk there as it would to take the bus. I would be thirty minutes late to class.

I am a person that feels ashamed being two minutes late to class. Thirty minutes? On the first day? I will just email the professor and express my shame. Sorry that I pass that hall every day and talk about it on a regular basis. I have no idea why I thought I needed to be on the other side of campus.

Fak

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I stayed awake for whatever reason until 4 in the morning writing smut fanfiction between Darius and Lux of League of Legends.

I don’t know why I did this, or why I thought reading fanfiction.net at 2 in the morning was a good idea, but it happened, and I think it was because I saw the idea of those two together and decided it needed some well written smut.

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Wedding Day

For my wedding, I want to do something very specific. We will go traditional and do a garter toss and such. However I doubt that anyone but my close friends will understand. They will be the ones that are ready for this day, they have trained and prepared.

The doors will be closed to the ballroom as everyone is gathered. Nothing out of the ordinary. The song we choose to start will throw everyone off. It is part of the deception. Of course, I have to use the bathroom before we start. I require one aid. They know what must be done.

It’s Business Time

Begins to play before I arrive back. It is our tease. As the partner goes under my dress and starts to try and get the garter from my leg. They seem to be having trouble with it. In the middle of it, the music will cut away. It will suddenly turn to something far more sinister.

Rain of Castamere

The song has changed, and those that understand are filled with dread and an overwhelming sense that things are about to go horribly awry. Then my partner whips out a Nerf Gatling gun and mows down all of the arrived guests. Nerf guns will be handed out, and there will be war. Many will fall, shields will be given as the newlyweds are to be protected by their party members. After all, the quest cannot be completed if they fall! Then after we have had our war, cocktails of mana potions and health potions for all!

Now to just find a partner in crime.

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These are some of the items I threw this semester. huzzah

Cone6 stoneware.

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Test Day

Okay. It’s test day. It is test day and you are ready. Got your Number 2 pencil? Check. Got my extra sheets of college ruled notebook paper in case I need to write more or show work? Check. Sitting in my most comfortable pants and relaxed in my favorite spot in class. Alright. We can do this. Okay handing out the scantron sheets. Pass it down and write name on it and OH GOD THAT ISN’T HOW I SPELL MY NAME. HOW MANY YEARS HAVE I BEEN DOING THIS- Calm down. it is okay. Fix it and.. good. I am serene. I am calm. I am serene and calm. I am prepared for this test and I totally didn’t study enough for this test but I am here and no it is okay! Serene and calm! Okay, bubbles to fill in for name, and fuaaak I filled in the wrong bubble I suck at this erase erase and there. Done. Okay. We got this. We totally got this.

Oh, teacher is handing out the tests. Pass down and start going over and I’M SORRY I THOUGHT - I DIDN’T LOOK PROMISE I MEAN I’M SORRY I DIDN’T OKAY. Test down. Waiting. Okay now is the time for the test I can do this I am so prepared for this I am pumped up for this!!!

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This isn’t my class.

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NOT IN MY HOUSE

A few weeks ago when I came home I noticed.. a yellow jacket in my room. Okay, whatever. Murdered it because it was going after my dog, and all was perfect in the world! The next morning I wake up and there is another. Well I haven’t had my window open but maybe it was from before. Fine. Later that day when I got home from class? There are fucking 10 of them in my room. Like what the fuck is going on.

I go outside and to my horror I see them going in and out of the side of the house. Right by my room. I don’t know where they are going to get into my room, but this shit needs to stop. I tell the landlord, neither of us really knows what to do but at this point they are a threat to myself, my family, and my pets. Fuckers gotta die.

Get the exterminator, and he comes out that Friday. Warns me “If they start piling through your vent, get the dog, get out of your room and close the door.” BECAUSE YOU CAN’T FIGHT THAT MANY. Okay. Okay. So I sit there. Watching out my window as he starts using his goods and I watch. In both fascination and horror as they begin to swarm outside of the house. Holy fuck to see that many yellow jackets? Good lord I do not want to do that again live.

They start to die down. Little activity. That night I had one in my bed that stung me in the chest. Murdered the hell out of that sucker.

Little to no activity or signs since.

Fast forward to this morning. I wake up to the sound of my dog like.. going AFTER something. “Russ wtf you doing OH GOD NO NOT AGAIN” ANOTHER. FUCKING. YELLOW JACKET. I THOUGHT I WAS DONE WITH THIS SHIT. Okay. So I get him away from it, this fucker looks like they’re drunk and buzzing about and I’m sitting there like “Wut. They are awful at flying and it looks kinda fat and - NUOH MY GOD IT IS THE FUCKIN QUEEN.” I see that. Marvel at her. Sorry bitch, this is MY territory. She is soon sent to a watery grave.

Hopefully.. I see no more of these marauders in my house. Because I will take up the fly swatter and paper rolled up, and I will deliver this home into the promised land of not getting fucked up by yellow jackets.

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That’s a good wisdom.

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Cute isn’t Art

Many times I am told, on a regular basis that art isn’t cute. That art can’t be cute to be art. That my style of ‘stupidly adorable’ isn’t actual art, it is merely craft. For a long time I had thought this the case, that I wasn’t really an artist but.. you know what I have come to realize?

Fuck people that tell you cute isn’t art.

There is enough sadness and suffering in the world that I want to bring a lighthearted side to it. The small happy things in life is what get me through, and I want to share that joy with others. I want to have people smile, and even if it’s for a few seconds, I want those people to forget about their troubles.

There is plenty of ‘serious’ artwork out there that I don’t feel the need to add to it, or want to add to it. I don’t see the point in me going against what I love and am able to create.

Cute art doesn’t take skill.

Are you sure about that? I want you to draw something cute. Stupidly cute. Make me stare at it and want it with all my heart. It isn’t that easy. Just because I choose to make my art cute, does not mean I don’t have the skills to make art. I have gone through several years of college to build on my portfolio of pieces, and I absolutely love the fact that I have realistic pieces of art in there with excellent execution and you can tell I spent hours upon hours perfecting it. All those skills accumulated into me loving to doodle. I doodle all the time. It makes me happy, and I make silly fun things because it makes me happy. Those quick drawings took years to perfect. I can execute them on paper quickly, and not have to double check now. Just because I can make things cute, doesn’t mean I don’t have the skills.

Cute art won’t be taken seriously.

You know, you might be right on this. Your serious masterpieces might be sold at thousands of dollars for each single piece that takes you so long to make. What is funny though, is the cute art I can make takes a hell of a lot shorter time and I can mass produce it. If a person is at a sale, and they see your giant piece selling at $1000 compared to my $15 mug that is an adorable cat/dog/bird or whatever, small things are easier to buy and generally make people happier.

Even if it is your mug vs my mug. I can almost guarantee that the cute mugs will sell out far faster.

Cute doesn’t always mean ‘cute’.

I love adorable things. I also find sassy things cute. I love the sassy mugs you can buy from the store that talk back to you (i.e ‘Don’t talk to me until I’m done drinking my coffee’) or sass off at you (i.e ‘Shut up Please’). These are also in the category of cute.

My friend had little plates of these little sassy sayings. One person told her ‘Well why don’t you sell nicer things? Things to encourage people?’ Well that is your choice. You don’t have to buy my sass, however I see that all of my sass has now sold out before anyone else has sold out of anything.

I’m frustrated with the whole ‘high brow’ art bullshit. I had to rant.

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OH SNAP.

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The Squattypotty. Glitter. It gets everywhere.

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I want two tattoo’s. Either together or separate. Yggdrasil and Amaterasu (preferably Okami style.)