He was a friend, if people like them had friends. They had taken on lives where death was a prominent feature and people died all the time. They caused death and they handled it but he was still someone to be missed, however briefly. He wondered if she was more upset then she let on or if she felt numbed to it as well. It was a strange feeling, a bordering state where he knew he should feel more but he couldn’t. Not then. Not anymore.
He’d never seen that amount of blood before. His memory sorted through in flashes, memories of a woman who made him bleed, the beatings he’d received in punishment, the fights with Shin, the accidents, but there was never this much blood. The man’s face was so pale and he’d seen it as such in the past out of fear. At that point though, it had been fear for him and his blood after the woman was done with him. He wondered then if he looked as much a ghost as the dying man, because he must have been just as horrified. The murderers left and there was no space for goodbyes. He tried to cover up the wounds, to stop the blood, even to try the tricks Shin did with healing but nothing was good enough. There was no heartfelt good bye from his father, only the sound of choking followed by an empty stare.
I usually hate finishing a drawing because even on the rare times I feel pleased with it there’s still the daunting “shit, what do I do now?”
Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like to turn to a life of crime. Probably the same.
I did this art a bit ago now and had to send it in the mail~ and the person received it and posted it to facebook so now I can post it here! I had some fun with this initally. The bee crochet pissed me off so much though OTL Based on this pattern but I shortened it when my stitches got way huge somehow and added little legs. I did a facebook art pay it forward so this is for a friend of mine who is in this band. They’re pretty super. Dave is a really awesome lyricist~ A Photo in California and White Rubber Room are definitely on my giant list of favorite songs. Also an excuse to draw beekeepers rocking out COME ON. How could I not?
Isaac: Why doesn’t mine look like yours!? This is getting ridiculous.
(Meanwhile, Yan is wondering if he sucked as bad as Isaac when he was his age.)
This is the first time I’ve drawn Isaac seriously and colored him. He’s supposed to have Yan’s looks with his mum’s coloring and so…the only time they matched was the eyes and his eyes are tiny so it didn’t really matter! Haha. Originally I said Isaac might match Eve’s coloring but honestly I’d only got the impression of darker and as I was really imagining him and getting the colors together I was like awww, he really doesn’t. Oh well. Also kids with mohawks are adorable but PSA, don’t bleach children’s hair. Edge changed Isaac’s hair color through safe but sadly not in our dimension maneuvers, and normal kids should wait until they’re at least ten, probably longer~~
Kakukaku Shikajika is an autobiography of the artist Akiko Hayashi, who also does Kuragehime.
This is a fantastic manga to read if you’re ever feeling confused as to what direction your art is going or if you’ve hit a road block and you don’t know what you’re doing with your life.
If you’ve spent your life dedicated to achieving your dream and then you find yourself at a loss of what to do once you’ve hit a high point, what happens? Or you suddenly lose faith in your ability to do anything??
This is a great manga. It’s lovely, personal, and funny. It’s nostalgic if you’ve felt the same way in the past and extremely relatable if you’re going through an art block/uneasy time in life.
Sometimes I think of all the hidden porn my favorite artists have drawn and never posted anywhere and sigh.
Commission Info Here. And so you know, this guy is extremely amazing. If we become a Hikki Appreciation blog at some point, don’t be surprised.
This is one of my favorite Yan pieces I have and I show it to everyone and they’re like wow! wait, what’s with the blood and I’m like ( ﾟ∀ﾟ)ｱﾊﾊ八八ﾉヽﾉヽﾉヽﾉ ＼ / ＼/ ＼Hope you’re having a great Halloween!
Guys, guys, GAIS. This commission I wanted to post for a while but I also wanted to hog it and keep it to myself but would still show everyone irl, whoops. Anyway it’s great! It will probably be my desktop for the next one million years. And I’m still continuing showing people irl and they’ll be like yeah I saw in tumblr »
Anyway it’s appropriate for Halloween. MAN. I should be Yan for Halloween one year. Maybe if I put shoes on my knees.
Anyway pt. II Thanks again Hik~ You’re like Si right now after she brings Ceci back from the dead (Favorite person under obvious important people which put her fourth but I’m not going to try and count mine, it’ll give me a headache.)
Anyway pt. III, theworldshome is my sideblog. You should follow it if you like crazy characters, stories, or ME.
so let’s walk home
let’s be afraid
i wanna grab you by the arms
and kiss you so hard
-alkaline trio, you’ve got so far to go
this was the first alkaline trio song i ever heard; changed for life
Gotta be careful what you say around the Lost Boys, Emma.
(requested by Adrianna - enjoy!)
In case anyone was wondering where Yan was in his non-celebratory ways. He actually just goes quietly to himself because Christopher doesn’t actually have a tombstone but the imagery carries! (Feel free to ask more about that ;])
I like how this one turned out. He has hands :O