sunshine ♥♥♥

3

Rain on My Sunshine

Thank you all for the kindness and encouraging words on my last post. I spent the past 3 weeks getting therapy and focusing on myself. At times I would feel like I am getting better before falling into despair again (and a stalking incident last Sunday that involved police removal did not help the healing process…), but overall, I am getting better.

Sometimes I wonder which side of the reflection I stand on. The one holding a raining umbrella when the sky is clear, or the one holding onto sunshine when it rains? Between the unfortunate things that happen in life, and my own reaction to those things, I can’t tell if I am responsible for my own unhappiness.

My therapist will be treating me for PSTD on the things that happened in my past, starting from my childhood. I’ve been reflecting a lot on my life, and incorporating the experiences into new projects. I want to understand my life through my art. 

While I haven’t been posting these past 3 weeks, I have been busy writing out the new script for a remastered version of Knite, doing new character designs, and researching new techniques to speed up the comic making process. Knite is a story that lies close to my heart. It’s heavily influenced by my childhood, and while I never got to finish the old story, I am determined to finish the new one.

I hope to continue both Knite and Fisheye Placebo at the same time. I can’t realistically draw it all by myself, so I will be making a post in a few weeks about hiring helpers. I’m not completely back yet, but I’m starting to heal, and I look forward to all the amazing things in 2016.

Thank you all again for always being here for me. I hope I can give back as much as everyone has given me.

sunshine and rain...

This Underworld reunion headcanon has been plaguing me for weeks and I finally had a chance to put it to words. This is based on various spoilers (A&E saying that 5B will be reminiscent of S1, the CS filming spoiler in the rain, etc…). 


After the first few days, he stopped trying to leave. Each step leading him right back in, facing the same walls, entering the same empty rooms, grew heavier with the weight of hopeless eternity. This warped version of the home he’d chosen, once a bright possibility had become his prison. The door opened to a familiar view, white picket fence, short clipped grass the color of her eyes, but it’s all an illusion. Some dark magic, or oncoming insanity (probably both) has him trapped, the outside turning in each time he’s attempted to cross the threshold.

It’s at the end of the first week that he notices the pattern. The rising moon, ever changing in life, is frozen in death. Curved into a crescent, the shadows have yet to shift, the stars, the clouds, each night the same as if time has yet to pass. But the sun always ascends, shielded from view by the gloomiest of clouds, waking the same birds, at the same time, on the same tree. The world here, under, it’s his worst nightmare. An endless loop spent in what was to be their home, alone, forever.

Keep reading

The weather continued to get brighter and colder, and suddenly the world was full of colour again, and the light was so bright that Algy’s eyes could hardly adjust to it after months of gloomy grey half-light. He set off into the sunshine, and flew over to a high point on the north coast, where he found a fine spot to sunbathe which was sheltered from the bitter north-east wind. The sea had turned deep blue, and he could see for miles in every direction. It was a truly glorious late-winter afternoon!