Filipinx | Somewhere in California | Potatoes | Durarara!! | Hetalia | OCs .................................................... Hey everyone! This is my art blog [my personal blog: is Rika-runswithscissorsandcrayon]. I do go by both "AzureySkies" and...
So, I’ve made a post like this in the past but I forgot to be more specific.
What I’m not looking for is a blog full with random posts and your art occasionally popping up, or with a tag only. I’m looking for blogs that’s dedicated to your art only, because I want to support more artists out there, especially here on tumblr.
I want to hear about first words, first jobs, best childhood friends, your beat-up UGG boots and your Lisa Frank plastic purse with the tigers on it. This is a zine about growing up, and the dreams that we had as children versus the dreams we have now. I have a few questions to get people started, kind of like an interview, and then I will make a profile made from the answers. I want as much variety as possible, so I am extending this call for submissions to the internet.
If you are interested in being a part of this project, please like this post, reblog, or message me.
We’re happy to announce we’re organising a zine inspired by the words of Studio Ghibli! We welcome works focusing on any character(s) from Haikyuu!! from both writers and artists. Entries can focus on any relationship or theme as long as it takes inspiration somehow from Studio Ghibli’s creations.
Applications are open from 23rd November - 15th December 2016. You can register your interest here to be emailed a direct link to the form once applications open. You can find further important dates here.
This is a non-profit charity e-zine. A common theme in Studio Ghibli’s productions, most notably those directed by Hayao Miyazaki, is environmentalism and the importance of nature; for this reason, we’ve chosen to donate all profits generated by this zine to a global environmental charity.
Please spread the word, reblog, and tag fic writers and fanartists you think would be interested!! You can send any questions to this blog or our twitter. We’re so excited to work with you and make something wonderful!
looking for anyone and everyone who is able to draw your favorite ghost pokemon for a zine.
this zine will be used for a fundraiser for my partner’s facial feminization surgery and all of your entries will be accepted because she really likes ghost pokemon.
you will be credited unless you wish to remain anonymous.
all entries should be square aspect ratio, 300 dpi, no bigger than 10 x 10 in.
all skill levels accepted, even if you’ve never drawn before. especially if you don’t draw.
duplicates are ok, draw any ghost pokemon you feel like
the final product will be a pdf, released sooner if a certain donation goal has been met, otherwise released for free, to the public, sometime in february 2017
entry cut-off is mid december
i reserve the right to reject any entries i deem unfit or unsafe
please e-mail [email protected] with subject “ghost pkmn zine”, your entry attached and the name you wish to be credited under in the filename, or with any questions you may have. you can also direct questions to my tumblr ask box.
Hey everyone! So to just give a sense of who I am and what this page is for, I’m leaving this here!
I’m QCRika, and I use to go by “AzureySkies”. Feel free to call me Rika or Azurey.
This tumblr is dedicated to my fics, fanarts, and other shenanigans that I can think of. I’ll add more to this section as I figure this whole thing out lol.
My AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/users/QCRika
I’ll add more links as I figure out what I’m going to do and where I’m going to post. ^^;;
Things I’m currently working on:
“On My Mark” - PrUK Cardtalia AU
“Blue” (tentative name, could change) - another PrUK AU
I’ll be drawing picture for these as well, sometimes panels, we’ll see how busy I get.
‘Don’t think about it’ he muttered in his mind over and over again. He has to protect Munakata, he’s the only one left who can…the only one left who will. ‘Don’t think about it’ he repeated, batting away his thoughts about his friend. ‘You have to find Makoto Naegi’ he continued. He heard the timer beep, signaling that the time for this round is almost up. He quickened his pace, trying to find a space safe enough for him to fall asleep in.
He tried to keep thinking, think of anything and everything—except for her. He grabbed at his hair, pulling them to bring his thoughts away from where they were headed. He can’t afford to be distracted. Especially now, when he’s separated from Munakata, when they’re all subjected to the this killing game. He wanted it to stop – they were so close… if it weren’t for Naegi and his attempt to rehabilitate the Remnants of Despair this could’ve been avoided.
But how did Chisa felt?
His eyes shot open, letting out a hushed gasp as he surprised himself with the taught. He bit his bottom lip, enough to draw out blood. He shuts his eyes, telling himself to stop thinking. To only think about protecting Munakata, who was the only one left – he stopped his thoughts, cursing at them and finding himself wanting the induced sleep to start.
Despite his attempts, the seconds rolled down as if they were minutes, and he finally gave in to his thoughts – letting himself grieve over her. He remembered how she was excited, the possibility of despair ending anyday, the possibility that they will live in a world where despair is reduced by Hope…the possibility that she could be at Munakata’s side after all of those years. He let out a hushed laugh, remembering how she was so jittery and nervous that she was busying herself with chores, such as wiping a blank board before the meeting started. He knew that it wasn’t her being the former Ultimate Housekeeper dictating her actions, he knew that it was Chisa trying to calm herself. He couldn’t help but laugh a little bit louder, remembering how odd she was, how…she took everything with a stride, and no matter how much pain and despair she felt she kept going…but still….how did she feel?
How did she feel when she saw her class become the Remnants of Despair? How did she feel when she watched him and Munkata fight them? How did she feel when the decision to kill them was finalize and almost carried out? Did she feel grateful that Naegi tried to save them? Did she feel sad when he and Munakata pressed on about killing them? Throughout this whole ordeal, she must’ve been the one suffering the most. Her students, who she taught that there’s more to life than just the talents they possess, that there’s something about Hope that brings the best out of them. She had to watch all of them succumb to “despair” and commit despicable acts, following Junko Enoshima blindly--- he stopped. There was no way he was like those kids. He shook his head, trying to focus on another one of his trains of thoughts.
But it was difficult to not think about her. Not when he sees her everytime he closes his eyes. He was not lovesick; he was ready to let Chisa decide on her happiness, he was fine with the outcome. He wanted them to be together if that’s what makes both of them happy. But he couldn’t stop himself from remembering her, from the time they met to the time when he watched her body fall with the chandelier. He punched the fallen wall next to him, angry at himself for finding the sight beautiful. The way the chandelier glistened, it made her seem like she was radiating, the kind that was warm and would slowly relax him from his constant edge. He heard the timer beep again he gave it a quick glance before letting out a breath as he felt a prick of a needle injecting the sleep inducing chemical into his body.
“What are you doing?”
“Waiting for Munakata-kun”
“Out here in the snow?”
“If I go inside I might just clean the room again” He glanced at her, seeing how her cheeks were reddening as her body tried to keep her warm.
“Didn’t bring a jacket? Where's your blazer?”
“I gave it to someone, they seemed cold”
“And now you’re cold”
“NO I’M NOT!” she yelled, turning her back him. He saw her smile was she quickly turning around to face him. “I really am not.”
“…”
“You don’t have to worry about me, I can take care of myself”
“I know that” he paused as he looked around. “But I also know that you tend to push it too far sometimes” He quickly puts his jacket over her, before walking away.
“I don’t—“
“Just keep yourself warm, I don’t need it for now.” He was surprise when he felt her tug on his hand, she quickly caught up to him, walking side by side with him. He looked down, wondering what could be more pressing than Munakata.
“You talk about me pushing myself so hard, when you do the same!” she smiled held the jacket closer to her. “So I’ll return the favor and take care of you” He looked away, not bearing to keep eye contact with her. ‘She loves Munakata’ he reminded himself. His gaze lands on their footprints. How hers were smaller than his…how her stride is smaller than his. He followed their steps until his gaze is on her again. She blinked blankly at him, confused as to why he stopped. He was broken out of his trance when she sneezed, prompting him to push her along so that she was inside a warm building.
Yukizome Chisa. Hope Peak’s Ultimate Housekeeper in class 74. Quirky, loud, caring, and irritating. She is one of the people that I trust the most. She being the “Ultimate Housekeeper” meant that she’s talented in the multiple facets required under that title, from cleaning to steeping tea to meals. She constantly goes on about how talent is something that should humble us, that it’s not everything in this world…that talent does not equal hope. To the class she was the one who made sure that the room is intact, or that everyone is well off. She’s Munakata’s everything—from spy to advisor. She’s anything he wanted and needed her to be….
But for me…Sakakura Juzo…Chisa is just like the snow prints we left after that snowfall. I would like to keep them there…but I know that I can’t. I know that no matter what I do those snow prints will vanish either because the snow would melt or they’ll be buried by the falling snow—these moments will be buried by future moments and other memories…better ones than these stupid prints. Chisa is the snow that would melt and become water for the spring…giving life to those around her while all I do is destroy anything and everything with my hands… She’s…she’s the dandelion that blooms regardless of the little water and soil conditions...she’s the flower that I can’t pick because she will wilt in my hold and care, because dammit flowers are just confusing to take care of.
But aside from that…Chisa is the person who I trust the most and call my friend. The person who is talented, witty, and though irritating, breaks every mold that she’s encountered…she can be anything and I would still love her, and I love her just as she is. But that would be it. Yukizome Chisa…is the person who I want to see as happy as they can and should be…even if that meant that they’re not standing next to me…For me...Chisa is…she is…my hope.
