artist-confessions:

Yet these are still considered to be in the anime style.

Sorry this post was getting to me.

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when i’m depressed i listen to Rolling Girl and draw bloody bishoujos

also もう一回 [mou ikkai] means “one more time” and refers to an occurrence of some sort

artist-confessions:

• “Hey, what are you planning to do after graduation?”
• “What college are you going to?”
• “What are you going to major in?”

These questions are just an unavoidable part of high school, especially when you’re a junior or a senior.

And, as a person in love with art, I reply with, “Well, I want to study something art related…” (currently deciding between Advertising Design or Communication Design)

And over the course of my Junior Year, I’ve been getting these kinds of reactions:

• “Oh my goodness please don’t be a starving artist”
• “Dude, why do you have to take the easy way out of college”
• “You won’t even get in”
• “It’s a waste of time and money”
• “You should just be a nurse/doctor/engineer/SOMETHING OTHER THAN THAT”

Each of those reactions have hurt me so much. q__q  I’m just so depressed with people telling me these things.

Like, I’m not the greatest artist, but this lack of support just kills me.

submitted by -in-my-kokoro

To OP/submitter:

Please don’t let the discouragement stop you! Do what you love, and don’t let anyone tell you what you “should” do with your life. It’s your life, not theirs, and unless they plan to pay for 4 years of pre-med, 4 years of actual medical school, and any extra years one could take to get a higher degree in the medical field… Wait, if they’re willing to pay for all that shit they can definitely afford to pay to put you through art school. 

In case you couldn’t figure it out from my last post

I have some really, really fucked up characters.

Especially my fan characters.

I love writing characters that give off the distinct “he/she ain’t right…” vibe

Maybe because I’m not quite right myself?

Random Disgaea fan character (Farcus)

An altered human who knew the demon princess Ashura when she was (unknowingly) living as a human in his world. He came from a rather rich human family, and was so spoiled rotten that many people were surprised he didn’t look like a zombie. He claimed to love the Princess and followed her when she returned to her own world, however that “love” was clearly just the desire to have a princess as what pretty much amounts to a trophy wife. He treated her and every other woman he met like an object, though he had used and abused Ashura in ways even demons would consider horrid. After several failed attempts at “winning” Ashura, he got in a rather violent brawl with her most trusted knight. He was easily overpowered, though the knight spared his life after nearly choking him to death.

Despite being alive to continue his freakish ways, Farcus spent thousands of years wandering the Netherworld in constant fear for his life. He rarely slept due to increased feelings of paranoia, and often tried to take his own life in order to escape the things he was experiencing. However, he soon discovered that some form of curse had been placed upon him — No matter how many times he slit his own throat or paid another demon to open fire on him, his heart never stopped beating and his body always recovered. He later gave up these efforts and, after a series of events that only increased his paranoia, eventually found himself in the care of a kindhearted angel. The angel tried to comfort him, but as time passed Farcus became more and more aware of what he had done to deserve the live he now led. The guilt he felt because of actions he partook in millennia ago was finally catching up to him, and it on top of the never ending feeling that one particular knight would come and break him further only drove him into a more horrid state. His angel companion urged him to speak up and tell him what was wrong, why Farcus seemed so sick and weak. Farcus’ reply was a quiet, almost empty:

“I’ve always been… sick…”

Eventually, after the guilt and fear nearly destroyed him from the inside out, he decided to try and make things right. He knew in the back of his mind that no one who knew of his misdeeds would ever forgive him, but he clung to the hope that maybe, once he admitted to the Princess whom had suffered at his hands that he was nothing but a monster, his own soul could finally be at peace. Once he made his way to the castle, he was stopped by a woman with pure white hair and the same red eyes that had haunted him for what seemed like an eternity. He knew right away who this woman was; the now-Queen Ashura’s youngest child, the Princess who had her mother’s beauty and her father’s god-like strength. Their conversation was a short one, but unsettling nonetheless:

“Leave immediately, fool.”
“P-Please, if you would let me speak to your mothe—”
“You are too late.”
“No… No, you don’t understand. I have to make this right. I… I have to tell her—”
“One thousand years too late.”

And just like that, what little comfort Farcus had managed to hold onto shattered in his hands. He quietly bid the beautiful Princess goodbye, and that was the last anyone saw of him.

No one knows where he is today, or if he’s even still alive.