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Hooked Figure

design from scrapped book/zine project

This is my sona Fira-- I did a redraw that took place between a couple months and a year apart. :) Top one is the original, and the bottom is the redraw.~

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Waluigi -chan!

Yesterday, my work day was dedicated to Waluigi. I had a lot of fun drawing him, and my friend had to witness me dying laughing over it for way longer than I should have.

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Ashe~

“The Dragon”

I drew this to play with digital watercolor. It turned out much cooler than I anticipated, and ended up with 3 different versions (psst, the second one is my favorite <3). I can now say, I love watercolor. :3

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Ashe~

I call this piece Faulty Thoughts, Faulty Blame

Have you ever had someone say something to you that echoes in your mind years later? Maybe you’ve heard it a thousand times, in so many forms that you wonder its authenticity.

For me, it’s the feeling that I don’t belong on this earth. In this piece, I wrote down everything that has become my own thought, after hearing them over the years from my mom, my family, bullies, and friends. They’ve become my own dialogue however, picked up by the demons Anxiety and Depression. It’s a shame. 

Lately, I’ve felt like talking is pointless, as people have come to accept that being broken, and hopeless, is just who I am. If I get sexually abused through my whole life, it’s just expected that it’s my fault. If I get bullied constantly, it’s just because my personality is weak. If my family hates me, it’s because I did something to deserve their hatred. I don’t feel like I can rely on people, as everything in my life is shocking-- and it’s lost its effect. It’s not surprising anymore, and people just don’t have the energy to be sympathetic. Everyone is desensitized. Tragedy is just an expectation for me and nothing more. That’s why I can so bluntly proclaim tragic information because I just don’t deem it as otherwise significant anymore. This is my normal. My father once told me, “It’s no one’s job to care about you.” It’s made me feel selfish to rely on people. I should just bear it on my own.

I hate myself because I shouldn’t be here. As everyone says, it should have been the triplets here, not me. I wish I didn’t have to bear this agony, either. All the suffering that my family and friends have had to bear, has been because of me. I am this... inhuman force of nature that brings tragedy to everyone around me just by breathing.

I never understand what I’m supposed to do. People tell me to rely on them, but once I do, they tell me I’m annoying and destroying their lives, exiling me with a tongue of pure hatred. Maybe the sentiment was skin deep. But if I block people out of my problems, I gain resentment as well, as if I’m betraying them. They eventually leave me anyway. I’m constantly unsure of how to be around people.

I apologize for venting to people. But I just feel lost. I feel hopeless. Should I just live my life alone? Should I be lonely?

I just finished writing an article about my raccoon eyes for a “Reverse Negativity” Challenge. I decided to draw my own artwork to go with it. I wish I could feel a little more confident of it, but I just feel a little depressed right now so maybe I’ll feel better later. Here’s a link to the blog if you’re interested in reading its contents. 

[Reverse Negativity Challenge : Raccoon Eyes by KawaiiFira] Art by me

I was honestly kinda upset with Daisy being added to smash at first, but now I’m kinda happy about it. yay c:

Fighting princesses!

Life is a coloring book, and we have the markers.

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A sad piece, but one of my favorites. Maybe one day I’ll redraw it as a beautiful sakura tree. who knows?

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Meet Aslan, my nonbinary oc :3 They’re a lion! 

I thought it would be interesting to make a nonbinary lion character, as lions are traditionally very... gendered. The maned lions (male) are typically seen as very masculine-- the kings, while the maneless lions (female) are typically seen as very feminine--the queens. 

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