Like a fierce promise, always a stalker in the dear DA community it seems...
And here come surprisingly again,
Just in this unusual day...
Hiya hiya!! Again, it's been a BIG HUGE while...
Around this site of drawing gods, it's difficult to get away from here. After had enjoyed all that I could the "Día de Muertos" festivity in my country, here I am. Little had changed since the last time I write here in February (I'm learning about 3D, still writing my silly stories for myself and being among the fandoms I choose - and still wondering about that "next step" in my life). I also had made some arts until now but I still trying to get a time to actualize my whole gallery (some changes had a while indeed).
While absorted in these life-issues, I'm still such a fandom girl (as you can see in the mass of icons below). One example is that after Amano-sensei gifted her Katekyo Hitman Reborn series to the Fanfiction World, I only could shrug - that things could happen with the creators and it's nice when the readers take it easy (even if it was kinda unfair and dissapointing but anyways). Another example will be the little fragments of PKMN stories that I found over there as I have the space & opportunity, I gladly post here cuz I think they're awesome:
"The boy who was chosen as the one who would change the world, for unknown reasons, suddenly died "on a certain day, at a certain place".
No matter how many times the world was recreated, the boy lost his life every time.
The mad god split the soul of this black hair boy in half, and sent them off to the world as a twin boy and girl.
The spirit of the black haired boy, who managed to stay alive, in vexation, eventually lived secretly in the soul of the boy and girl.
...conspiring to one day eat the away the souls of the young twins who usurped his position.
However, little by little, he grew fond of them.
He swears, "I am going to raise them so that they will not go through the same fate as I did".
Wishing that they would not follow the same tragic fate as "Red" ended up following just because he became a hero.
They, however, matter-of-factly begin to grow strong like the boy.
They would go on ascetic training trips, and take down villains...
The brown haired boy's soul was exhausted. "If only I had known it would be like this, I wouldn't have become strong", he thought to himself. If it is so hard, why am I living? What is the meaning of me being born into this world?
He went on searching in the forest of souls, looking for someone who could answer these questions..."
"The wind howled and cried, throwing blinding snow into the frigid air. And there, at the edge of the mountain, on the edge of the world stood Red, his back facing him as he gazed at whatever was beneath him.
And Lance realized something. The last chamber of the Elite Four was no throne room and despite its refinery and elegance was not fit for a king, not this king. Here, on top of the world, on top of the hardest mountain anyone could think of conquering was the real throne. Here, where the weak had no place, stood the king—the most powerful of them all."
By newspapercabs (In [link] story about Red)
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"How can I put this in "Von Nobori Senpai" terms?
I happily conduct the single and super single lines and don't have the desire to change that. Zero urge."
By Von Gentleman in her tumblr account.
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