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Come visit Billies and me at Yaoi con at table 47! C: having a blast meeting new people and eating huge portions of food at the end of the day. Phew

sorry for the crappy pictures, my tablet sucks at this.
Posted 6 days ago // 52 notes
lung-darts asked : PLEASE, I must know: In your most recent art post, what show/comic/whatever is it for?

Ah! You mean this and these posts?
My recent art posts are original characters (then there is Haikyuu!! and Yowamushi pedal) that I am working for a short BL story probably a one shot depending if my friends join the project…
It is still an idea in development but I was looking to make a chara in a world that was as colorful and translated my favorite music and movies into drawings. It is kind of self indulging lol because I passed all my 80’s nostalgia into the main characters even though they weren’t born in that decade…. ah… anyway…! Im sorry to disappoint you ;; it is a thing that still lives in my brain. 

EDIT: I actually made a music/account for the project if anyone is curious to what music inspires me and what these drawings are supposed to sound like lol… coughitoldyouselfindulgentcough

Sometimes I think my comic is cool because of the music they all listen to, but then I remember I’m a nerd. I’ve been trying to make them wear some of my favorite bands, but I have been so busy with cons all I can do is doodle some of these and compile them into a useless post. So many band names missing…

Posted 2 weeks ago // 5,014 notes
tagged : #oc  #ren  #renaud  #miami castles in la  #pchat  #doodles  #dump  #pchat dump  #santi  #santiago  #art 

Thank you for stopping by, buying and supporting with your kind words!

Saboten has the nicest people ;w; every year I feel so energized to try my best there. 
I had another busy con, hardly had time to stand up to walk around because I had to work constantly in commissions.  Here are a few of the ones I made during the event. @__@ I really wish I could have drawn even more though. I wanted to make a comparison post to my first time con table (last year’s Saboten) and this year’s.  AAAAH I got pretty cool trades and met wonderful people I want to support just as much, see you next year everyone!


NOW! SEE YOU ALL IN YAOI CON 2014!! Next weee-eeeeeeeeckkkkkk

Hopefully if they get here on time I will be restocking the revised SOHOKU rosettes for this con.

Posted 2 weeks ago // 311 notes
SABOTEN CON 2014 | ARTIST ALLEY TABLE 407

SEE YOU THERE! this weekend
image(Also there is only 3 pin buttons left of the Sohoku Rosettes for all of you into YWPD make it there early if you want one) /runs

Posted 3 weeks ago // 21 notes
fruitleaf asked : hello, can i still order a honey & clover pin? *_*

Hi! You can still find them on my storenvy right here C:

Posted 3 weeks ago // 5 notes
tagged : #fruitleaf  #ask  #storenvy 
A drawing I made as a guest for a HQ partners artbook. I will be selling some mini prints of it at the Artist Alley in Saboten con and Yaoi Con. See you guys there C:

A drawing I made as a guest for a HQ partners artbook. I will be selling some mini prints of it at the Artist Alley in Saboten con and Yaoi Con. See you guys there C:

prufrocking:

vandressed:

The Leukemia Diaries, Part 1
That was me about a week ago, covered in tubes and sensors, with oxygen being forced into me. Within 24 hours of being admitted into the hospital, I was sent right to the Intensive Care Unit. I was not a pretty sight.
In the weeks leading to my hospitalization, I knew there was something wrong with me. I don’t like landing in the hospital, but I knew something was wrong enough with me and I was begging to be thrown in one. We had to wait for some test results to come out before we could actually go to the hospital though, because we still didn’t know what exactly was wrong with me. I spent nearly two weeks being unable to eat, with insane stabbing headaches that jolted me out of what little sleep I could manage to get while in pain. I stayed near my mom so she could take care of me, but even she couldn’t take my agonized screaming at odd hours. I’m pretty sure my neighbors thought a tortured soul was trapped in the walls of my home at that point.
When my blood test results finally came out, my mom rushed me to the hospital that my uncle – one of many doctors in the family - recommended. I was offered no explanation of my condition at this point, but I was satisfied with finally being brought to the hospital.
So much medical jargon was thrown around and it all flew right over my aching head. My hours in the ER were a whirlwind of people stabbing me with needles and giving me medicines that my shrunken veins couldn’t handle. I could tell my parents were worried and doing their best to stay level-headed in this situation, and there was nothing I could do to help.
We finally got a room in the hospital, but I didn’t stay there very long. Within 24 hours of admission, I underwent minor surgery to have a catheter inserted in my jugular to facilitate all my meds and transfusions, then I got carted off to ICU. I remember kicking and screaming as the nurses were trying to strap a tight oxygen mask on me. I wasn’t breathing sufficiently anymore and they had to pretty much force all the oxygen in me to make sure I wouldn’t die, but it felt like I was drowning under the mask. I eventually submitted, kudos to the ICU nurse who took the no bullshit approach and told me I would die if I didn’t strap on the mask.
My days in the ICU were insane. I had separation anxiety, and I couldn’t sleep properly. I did what I could to resist calling my nurses for company all the time, and I knew I had to fight. Being stuck in a hospital bed is maddening, I tell you. At this point, I still didn’t know what my real condition was.
My parents told me I had pneumonia, and that I’d have to spend some time in the ICU. I accepted this, even though I felt trapped in my own body. Completely bedridden for nearly a week, too weak to even prop myself up a bit. I took comfort in knowing I was in the best hands possible, and that my nurses were doing everything to make me as comfortable as they could, given the situation.
My dad’s Facebook status asking for blood donations went viral. People I didn’t even know were giving and were praying for me. It was overwhelming to hear that so many of my dad’s and mom’s friends were calling in reinforcements even though some of them had never met me. Friends I’d thought I’d lost along the way came by, people I’d met only once were coming to support me, people I’d never met IRL were showing up to visit. It has been nothing short of heartwarming, and I swear, all of you who have prayed for me, came by, attempted to donate and got rejected, those who were able to donate, you all helped me through this. I don’t think there are enough words for how grateful I am for all of the support, and you all kept me holding on.
I was moved out of the ICU after I stabilized, and my parents finally broke the news to me. I have been diagnosed with acute myelogenous leukemia, which is cancer of the blood and bone marrow. They expected that I might cry or freak out, so they waited til I was at least back in my room before telling me. I… was strangely calm about it.
I’ve been undergoing chemotherapy this whole time, and we’re getting the desired results so far. I’m really thankful for the catheter stuck in my neck, because my IV goes through that instead of tangling up both my hands. My arms are covered in wounds from all the blood extractions they had to do when I first came in, and I can just barely stretch out one of my arms because it still feels really bruised from the very first major blood extraction.
People have sent me well wishes and encouraging words, and they have also told me that I don’t have to put up a brave front for all of this. I’d like to clear something up, guys: I am genuinely at peace with my condition. This is not a brave front. I’m just happy to be alive, and see no point in being sad and worrying about it. Of course, I get stressed when the doctors tell me they’re running low on B+ blood and platelets, but beyond that, I shake everything else off. I’m not saying I take my condition lightly, I just believe that being positive will help me loads more than crying over it ever will.
My sleep cycle has been messed up because of nurses bustling in at odd hours, so I mostly stay awake at night and conk out frequently during the day. My meds leave me easily exhausted, and so many of the things we take for granted are already major victories for me. Finishing a meal, being able to stand on my own after being bedridden for a week, sitting up by myself, these have all been major stepping stones toward my recovery. My doctors were surprised to catch me standing and doing a little dance the other day instead of my usual lying-in-bed-looking-completely-sick look. Right now I’m under orders to take it easy because my immune system has gone down more at this point in treatment, but I continue to exercise a little bit to make sure my muscles don’t completely forget how to function.
In all this, what I’ve found most heartwarming are all the prayers. I don’t normally ask people to pray for me, but I do accept when they offer to. My parents know this, so they freaked out when I was in the ICU and I asked them to pray for me. I believe there is a divine plan, and if this is part of it, so be it. I – and many others – will continue to pray for a miracle. My condition is curable, but we will still consider it a blessing and a miracle when I am cured. Some people don’t make it this far, and I’m thankful I have.

To anybody residing in Manila: Vanessa Bianca Lopa is in need of B+ platelet donations (her treatment requires 6 bags per day). She’s currently undergoing chemotherapy for AML at the National Kidney and Transplant Institute at Quezon City.
To contact NKTI:
Trunkline — (632) 981-0300 / 981-0400Blood Donor Room (local 1052)Blood Bank (local1053)Open 8am to 7pm

prufrocking:

vandressed:

The Leukemia Diaries, Part 1

That was me about a week ago, covered in tubes and sensors, with oxygen being forced into me. Within 24 hours of being admitted into the hospital, I was sent right to the Intensive Care Unit. I was not a pretty sight.

In the weeks leading to my hospitalization, I knew there was something wrong with me. I don’t like landing in the hospital, but I knew something was wrong enough with me and I was begging to be thrown in one. We had to wait for some test results to come out before we could actually go to the hospital though, because we still didn’t know what exactly was wrong with me. I spent nearly two weeks being unable to eat, with insane stabbing headaches that jolted me out of what little sleep I could manage to get while in pain. I stayed near my mom so she could take care of me, but even she couldn’t take my agonized screaming at odd hours. I’m pretty sure my neighbors thought a tortured soul was trapped in the walls of my home at that point.

When my blood test results finally came out, my mom rushed me to the hospital that my uncle – one of many doctors in the family - recommended. I was offered no explanation of my condition at this point, but I was satisfied with finally being brought to the hospital.

So much medical jargon was thrown around and it all flew right over my aching head. My hours in the ER were a whirlwind of people stabbing me with needles and giving me medicines that my shrunken veins couldn’t handle. I could tell my parents were worried and doing their best to stay level-headed in this situation, and there was nothing I could do to help.

We finally got a room in the hospital, but I didn’t stay there very long. Within 24 hours of admission, I underwent minor surgery to have a catheter inserted in my jugular to facilitate all my meds and transfusions, then I got carted off to ICU. I remember kicking and screaming as the nurses were trying to strap a tight oxygen mask on me. I wasn’t breathing sufficiently anymore and they had to pretty much force all the oxygen in me to make sure I wouldn’t die, but it felt like I was drowning under the mask. I eventually submitted, kudos to the ICU nurse who took the no bullshit approach and told me I would die if I didn’t strap on the mask.

My days in the ICU were insane. I had separation anxiety, and I couldn’t sleep properly. I did what I could to resist calling my nurses for company all the time, and I knew I had to fight. Being stuck in a hospital bed is maddening, I tell you. At this point, I still didn’t know what my real condition was.

My parents told me I had pneumonia, and that I’d have to spend some time in the ICU. I accepted this, even though I felt trapped in my own body. Completely bedridden for nearly a week, too weak to even prop myself up a bit. I took comfort in knowing I was in the best hands possible, and that my nurses were doing everything to make me as comfortable as they could, given the situation.

My dad’s Facebook status asking for blood donations went viral. People I didn’t even know were giving and were praying for me. It was overwhelming to hear that so many of my dad’s and mom’s friends were calling in reinforcements even though some of them had never met me. Friends I’d thought I’d lost along the way came by, people I’d met only once were coming to support me, people I’d never met IRL were showing up to visit. It has been nothing short of heartwarming, and I swear, all of you who have prayed for me, came by, attempted to donate and got rejected, those who were able to donate, you all helped me through this. I don’t think there are enough words for how grateful I am for all of the support, and you all kept me holding on.

I was moved out of the ICU after I stabilized, and my parents finally broke the news to me. I have been diagnosed with acute myelogenous leukemia, which is cancer of the blood and bone marrow. They expected that I might cry or freak out, so they waited til I was at least back in my room before telling me. I… was strangely calm about it.

I’ve been undergoing chemotherapy this whole time, and we’re getting the desired results so far. I’m really thankful for the catheter stuck in my neck, because my IV goes through that instead of tangling up both my hands. My arms are covered in wounds from all the blood extractions they had to do when I first came in, and I can just barely stretch out one of my arms because it still feels really bruised from the very first major blood extraction.

People have sent me well wishes and encouraging words, and they have also told me that I don’t have to put up a brave front for all of this. I’d like to clear something up, guys: I am genuinely at peace with my condition. This is not a brave front. I’m just happy to be alive, and see no point in being sad and worrying about it. Of course, I get stressed when the doctors tell me they’re running low on B+ blood and platelets, but beyond that, I shake everything else off. I’m not saying I take my condition lightly, I just believe that being positive will help me loads more than crying over it ever will.

My sleep cycle has been messed up because of nurses bustling in at odd hours, so I mostly stay awake at night and conk out frequently during the day. My meds leave me easily exhausted, and so many of the things we take for granted are already major victories for me. Finishing a meal, being able to stand on my own after being bedridden for a week, sitting up by myself, these have all been major stepping stones toward my recovery. My doctors were surprised to catch me standing and doing a little dance the other day instead of my usual lying-in-bed-looking-completely-sick look. Right now I’m under orders to take it easy because my immune system has gone down more at this point in treatment, but I continue to exercise a little bit to make sure my muscles don’t completely forget how to function.

In all this, what I’ve found most heartwarming are all the prayers. I don’t normally ask people to pray for me, but I do accept when they offer to. My parents know this, so they freaked out when I was in the ICU and I asked them to pray for me. I believe there is a divine plan, and if this is part of it, so be it. I – and many others – will continue to pray for a miracle. My condition is curable, but we will still consider it a blessing and a miracle when I am cured. Some people don’t make it this far, and I’m thankful I have.

To anybody residing in Manila: Vanessa Bianca Lopa is in need of B+ platelet donations (her treatment requires 6 bags per day). She’s currently undergoing chemotherapy for AML at the National Kidney and Transplant Institute at Quezon City.

To contact NKTI:

Trunkline — (632) 981-0300 / 981-0400
Blood Donor Room (local 1052)
Blood Bank (local1053)
Open 8am to 7pm

Posted 3 weeks ago // 384 notes
tagged : #signal boost  #manila  #help 
c0smicfawn asked : Hello, I really love your art and was wondering what kind of ink pens you use ?? Thanks !!

Hi! Thank you!!

I use multiliners sakura pigma micron and staedler usually.
Most of the time I am comfortable working with .03 and .05 and .005 for finer detail. I fill out big areas of black with india ink and a brush or sharpies. 

image


I hope that helps C: I’ve been asked this multiple times and I have responded in private asks maybe this will be more helpful.

Posted 3 weeks ago // 103 notes
tagged : #c0smicfawn  #aurochs  #ask 
princelyprince asked : Hey! I just wanted to tell you how much in love I am with your Pastel Vampire you drew from the photoset you posted up 2 weeks ago of your pchat doodles. Will you ever be drawing the pastel vampire again?

Thank you!image It is very likely that I will because its an OC of mine, they all are!

Posted 4 weeks ago // 4 notes
tagged : #ask  #princelyprince  #oc 
koochinko

Hey guys, Koo made a new art blog and she wishes to get some support C: go check out her art she is a great painter. 

Posted 1 month ago // 11 notes

LOG 81714. OC Ren drawn in pchat… been working so much on prints and other stuff that I’ve been just doodling these things in my free time… I really enjoy drawing him because lately I am so into the style of fashion he wears, so he is like my little paper boy doll.

policeghost:

i need to save up to get my stuff printed for this con coming up, so im taking a couple commissions to help pay for it alllll. [also there is a braves baseball game i want to go to this week and its expensive]

single char [fb] x x x 50$ single color bg
single char [bust/waist] x x x 30-40$ single color bg
chibi x x x 20$

if you see some style in my gallery you like, just ask me about it and we can talk pricing.
ok = oc and fanart, r18
not ok = irl ppl, mech
ill let you know if im not comfortable with drawing your description.
if you’re interested, shoot me an email: chasingfoxes@live.com

Posted 1 month ago // 487 notes

I like pretending I can draw manga sometimes. A lil piece of junk from pchat, Ren is not having a good night. Another compilation of doodles I made in pchat, lately I draw a lot of Ren because I’m trying to get used to his personality and face…. he is supposed to have a strong jaw, thick eyebrows and piercing gray eyes with maybeline mascara quality eyelashes… lol of course Im all over the place. cough.

Posted 1 month ago // 5,839 notes

birries:

Edit: Extending pre-order period for my zine (giveaway end date is the same)-

birries:

Haikyuu! Fanzine by Billies up for Pre-order
@ http://gdg.storenvy.com

Specs:
FULL COLOR
4.75 x 4.75 inches
24 pages
Rated PG-13
$10

Preorder ends August 11th, 12 AM EST. Preorders will be sent out after August 11th.
(Depending on at-con sales I will sell leftovers online but I am going through a moving period August 15-22nd or so I will not be able to mail out anything in that week)

Pre-order bonuses:
-First 5 preorders get a free Haikyuu!! sketch from me
-First 50 preorders get a free postcard (the last picture in the photoset)
-All pre-orders will be signed

Giveaway:
I’ll pick one person from all the people who reblogged this at random to get a free zine! Giveaway ends August 4th, 12 AM EST. If you already ordered it by the time giveaway is over I will refund you what you paid ^^

Otakon pick-up is available. My table is V-02. If you’re picking up please leave me a note on your order or email me (hyunmi8@yahoo.com) If you preorder and pick up at Otakon I will refund you the shipping price.

-Also wanted to add that I will be selling this not only at Otakon but at Yaoicon as well
Posted 1 month ago // 857 notes