Music From The First Stage Of Kirby: Squeak Squad.

Something I struggle with is the question of if I'm 'strong' or 'weak'.

Not to steel-ball-run my words but I mean in the sense of a protagonist. Some protagonists have a mind of steel. They take hardship on the chin and take on the burden of responsibility, or honor, or martyrdom. The stories I love to read the most are characters with little to no talent. They grind at the wall of talent and background until nothing remains, through the power of concerted effort and their only true talent of the iron will.

But I don't have that. I never have. I don't even find it relatable. I have spent my entire life keenly aware of it. I coast on talent, I lean on familial benefits, I give up when the going gets tough, and I choose the path of least resistance and most stability.

When I grew up the faculty of my school always would put the word GRIT on the walls. This hard won effort and willingness to endure that they advertised as the height of true internal strength. At the time, I was far too mentally ill, and found it insulting. Don't they know that some people can't afford effort?

Then time passed. I stamped down some illnesses and corralled some others, I become a new man a dozen times. And every time I'd check. Just maybe I'm strong now. Please. Please make me someone who can withstand hardship. Because I lived in fear of falling into hard times and being unwilling to survive them.

Other people lived in spite of circumstance. They fought and whether they win or lose it let them grow as a person. I just built myself from spare parts. I did not grow organically, I just kept replacing pieces of myself until I looked like a real person.

So I wondered. Did I live well under an unfathomable weight, and now I simply do not feel it? Or have I always lived it on easy street, whining over something small? Or is it some combination, and if so, am I stronger than I was when I was younger? Or have I grown complacent?

It's meaningless. I know it is. There's no way to quantify it. I'll just have to live without knowing if what I'm fighting is strong enough to warrant my current standard of suffering.

Just curious! What brush do you use for lining your comics?

IT'S THE MOTHERFUCKING

CIRCLE, BABY!!!!

THAT'S RIGHT

NO GIMMICKS

NO ANGLES

ALL CURVES

ANTIALIASING??

MORE LIKE ANTI-ALI-MY ASS-ING, GET THAT SHIT OUDDAHERE

125 PX ON A 4000 PX CANVAS, THAT'S RIGHT, WE GO BIG HERE AND WE GO HOME AND THEN AT HOME WE GO EVEN BIGGER

I GOT CLIP STUDIO AND THEN SET IT UP LIKE MS PAINT JUST TO FLEX ON ADOBE AND MICROSOFT, WHO ARE CRYING IN THE CORNER AND PISSING THEMSELVES, BEGGING ME, "PLEASE LEARN WHAT A LAYER IS"

BUT I CAN'T HEAR THEM

MY ART IS TOO LOUD

occasionally I am struck dumb by the sublime beauty of the world in the small moments, you know?

egg

Wait, I have a feeling but lemme check something

If you want to know why people have lost faith in capitalism, this might help

NO WAY THE BIBLE REFERENCE?!??!??!!???!!??!?

The pure eroticism of an Ace Bandage is not fully taken advantage of, I feel. The implications are clear.

Barely covering scarred skin, vulnerable flesh, a package to be unwrapped but also a rough texture made to protect them. The elastic and cotton arguing over it's texture pulled just barely not taut by skilled and gentle hands. To apply it is sex. To allow it to be applied is sex, to peel it away is sex, to reveal yourself as healed or still damaged is sex.

I have tweaked my shoulder.

A monstrous transformation into unrecognizable flesh would be so good for my back right now.

Food Art by 日菜乃

⚠ Choking Hazard ⚠

(Struck with a vision)