#makemefeelloved

[bo-doodley]

I will be here so please come see me. . . . . . #torontocomicartsfestival #tcaf #tabling #buymyzine #makemefeelloved #lowbrowartist #dicksfordays #shittyart #zines #comics

[rikelusshinra]

Bare nuckled Truth (A response to make me feel loved)

[ Just realized how I totally failed when trying to post this. Haha I’ll figure this tumblr thing out one day. Well anyway here’s hoping to brighten your day @flava-proelium. I know @ivory-paragon can’t resist a good read either - M ] 

“Hey kid you don’t always need to know how to stop everything and be prepared for the unthinkable. You just need to take the first step forward.” He spoke rather matter-of-factly to her watching as she lay on the flat of her back on the semi-soft wooden mat. She’d attainted all of the elite emblems training here at the ShinRa Military Academy. Emblems were only presented to the students who held the highest scores on exams.

“You don’t let people around you die—you fight to save them. So look inside you past the pain, the resentment for your sister, past your father’s expectations, past the training, and the blame you cling to. You have a chance to do something special—Elena get up. This isn’t how your story ends—you always find a way to fight back even with the odds are stacked against you.”

“You think you’re just damaged but you’re not. Just because you lose an emblem on the train doesn’t mean you’ve lost your edge. The emblem is just a piece of twisted steel with paint. You’ve got nothing to prove to your father, your sister, to this institution, to me. You think you were the first person to make a mistake? Your life is much more valuable than a piece of support materia. A SOLDIER never lets a comrade go into battle alone even if that comrade decides to put on a suit instead of fatigues.”

The words he spoke were full of fevor easily audible over the sound of the crowd who had gathered here to watch the semi-finals of the martial arts tournament. The battles that raged on only ended when the other person couldn’t move or submitted. There were no referees, no cut men, just those there to provide coaching and instruction. She was battered by her opponent a much more skilled brawler who had experience on his side but what he didn’t have on his side was the willpower to push forward through the baggage in his life and the pain she was going to inflict on him.

“Now I’m giving you an order Rookie—get up. No amount of training can make you something that you’re not. You’re a fighter Elena you always have been and you don’t need me to remind you of that. Now get your ass over there and take your destiny put his ass on the ground with a knockout. Take the first step forward for yourself and not for anyone else.” It was as if the sounds were drowned out that day—the lights they weren’t as bright as they normally were. It was a paradox because in that moment for him it was quiet even if the roar from the crowd’s noise was almost deafening.

She was the brightest thing in the room now bathed in the flashes of cameras and the glow from the cellphones waving back and forth in the crowd as they caught it on tape. The sound heard around the world as the loud crack reverberated through the gymnasium sounding like a strike of lightning as he watched the haymaker connect with the opponent. He hit the ground soon after with a single thud and those watching eagerly in the stands rushed the bamboo mat held back by the military guard. He stepped forward with a white towel that was slightly damp and pressed it against the side of her face where there was a cut to decelerate the blood to where it was just ebbing instead of streaming. She was battered, bruised, cut, and damaged from the physical toil and abuse from the past eighteen minutes.

He gave her a nod of reassurance and pulled out a coin from his military dress jacket’s pocket and placed it in her hand. It wasn’t an emblem that she was expecting for passing the trial again and beating insurmountable odds it was a coin that was given when those who went through training surpassed the rank of their instructors. The coin was stamped with the iron city of Midgar on one side and Junon on the other. It wasn’t about the old man (the president) or anything else. It was a trinket only given to those who had achieved the highest honor of valor in the military worth more than any emblem, or any medal.

[cosmic-kelsey-ann]

Someone put something in my ask.

I'm bored.

[andlionheart]