HELLO. I’m Back From The Dead.

ConHon entry I did for @ribbitsplace at AkiCon this sunday! Sorry, if I was acting weird, I was just super caught off guard. 

This made me flip through my old ConHon once I was back home and – wow, it really is time to bring that tradition back.

Sparks just like Hibana

[ID: Traditional waist-up drawing of Shionne and Alphen from Tales of Arise.Their eyes are obscured, faces very close together. Their fingers are touching ever so slightly and a coil of Shionne’s Thorns wraps around their forearms, lighting up their hands and faces. Sparks of white and orange like fire are rising from their forms. The second picture is a close-ups of their hands.]

“I’m the one who killed my mentor.”

Happy UR-1 incident day (October 7, 2020)!! He knows what awaits him.

The reason I drew this (exactly a year ago today) was a nightmare I had back then. Everyone Koujaku even remotely cared about had died in this dream, and he blamed it all on himself.

He felt so empty inside, he couldn’t do a thing anymore, he could barely get out of bed, kept the curtains and windows closed at all times. The only reason he was still alive, was because he couldn’t even care enough to die anymore. And, because somewhere in all this mess, Mink was there. I don’t know why, he didn’t say a word in the whole dream, but he took Koujaku with him, to someplace far from Midorijima and he held onto him. 

For Koujaku, it was all that was left.

“We’ll get through this. Together." (spoiler: They did not.)

Here's my first post for this year's @akusaimonth! Prompt: "Holding while the other cries" ID in alt. My prompt card is under the cut!

This was this late summer's/early autumn's "I've got nothing to do for at least five minutes D:" picture. Yeah, I always have my drawing stuff with me for cases like that. xD

I actually made an interesting experience with this picture:

When I was drawing at a convention, a few guys who thought they were oh so funny watched me draw and one of them asked if they were kissing. (I just answered absolutely matter of fact, that if they were kissing their lips would actually touch. Of course that was not what he meant, but he didn't dare to open his mouth again after that, so yeah. xD)

On another occasion an elderly lady saw me draw and she was seemingly disturbed by the motif. I overheard her retelling what she saw to her husband and she on the other hand discribed it as "two men fighting".

At first I dismissed the "kissing" as well as the "fighting" understanding as wrong (compared to my own of course), because neither of those were what I wanted to show. After a while though I realised that this wasn't quite true. Those interpretations are still not "right", but they are not completely wrong as well. They are just ... incomplete. Seen together though they can actually get pretty close to my own understanding. Each of those people saw one of the tensions I had planned, but failed to see the other.

And in my opinion that's extremely interesting! I just love to hear other people's interpretations on my pictures! Especially on those that are actually not supposed to show a specific scene but more ... a state of mind or a certain mood or the nature of ... whatever. On pictures that are symbolic. Like this one here.

AKUSAIMONTH: DAYTIME MOON Day 4: Just listen to my voice.

I think I’ll just leave this one here. Have fun trying to make sense of it, haha.

Calm Nights And Mornings (A.k.a the picture that low-key looks like Zavier wants to strangle Danny)

[Alternate Ending AU]

The Moon

Well, I figured after I already mentioned my "The Moon" cosplay, I could as well upload a few pictures of it. Photos were made by a friend of mine who's not on Tumblr. [gallery]

AKUSAIMONTH: DAYTIME MOON Day 3: Let me clean your wounds.

(can be seen as a continuation to this)

Everything was spinning, at least that's what it felt like when he woke up. Lea just lay there, waiting for his world to calm down again. He made it, didn't he? He had seen Isa's heart … Isa.

Ignoring his dizziness, he opened his eyes and looked up. Isa lay barely an arm's length away from him. Still … … unconscious. At least, that's what he hoped it was.

In a sudden panic, he got to his knees and grabbed his shoulders. "Isa!", he called out his name, shaking him at the same time.

It felt like an eternity before Isa opened his eyes. There was no trace of yellow left in them. Only the greenish blue he remembered from so long ago. Lea felt himself breaking into a smile. All the tension and anxiousness that had kept him on edge this whole time simply fell away from him. He really made it.

His relief didn't last long once Isa reached out to him and … shoved him away. His voice sounded hoarse and weak and he didn't look him in the eye. "Don't touch me," he said. Lea felt his heart clench.

"Come on, Isa," he tried again, reaching for him one more time, only to get hold up by an arm, that certainly shouldn't be doing that. Everything went numb for him.

He had imagined this moment a hundred times. Heck, a thousand times. He didn't really expect Isa to fall around his neck or something, but this … this was nothing like what he thought. He saved Isa, didn't he? Why was he still acting like this? … Like … Saïx.

He just looked at him for a moment, trying to regain his composure. There were traces of the fight they had before all over him. It hadn't exactly been easy to enter Isa's heart.

Isa hadn't even gotten up. Apparently he was even worse off than Lea himself. "You're hurt," Lea stated in a firm voice, "Let me help you." He took hold of Isa's arm that was still trying to keep him away from him and pushed it down with mild power.

Isa still refused to look at him.  "No. Just … leave me be." But this time Lea heard his voice crack. He sounded … sad.

For some reason, it irritated him.

"Leave you be to do what? Die?" He grasped both his shoulders. Isa tensed up and tried to push him away again, but Lea didn't let him. "Do you really think I went through all that trouble, learning how to use a keyblade, waltzing right into a war, fighting you, just to let you die now?? No, Isa, I will bring you home and if I have to drag you all the way there."

Just then Isa suddenly stopped struggling and looked up to him. For a moment his face was full of disbelief, then he made a sound that was a mixture between an exhale and a laugh, and even though it sounded so sad, Lea felt happy about it. Because it was a reaction to him. And because there was the hint of a smile on Isa's face. It had been too long since he had a chance to see that.

"You're still … as stubborn as ever." His voice was quiet, but it wasn't cold. Not anymore. For the second time within a few minutes Lea felt relief wash over him. This wasn't lost, not yet. They could still go back to the way there were, it just'd take a bit longer than he thought.

"See, that's more like what I wanted to hear," he chirped extra cheerfully. He smiled at Isa, then he tightened his grip on his shoulders. "It's good to have you back. Isa."