WIP Because I've Been Trying To Figure Out Colouring It DJDJDJ
WIP because I've been trying to figure out colouring it DJDJDJ
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RACISM IS NOT COMEDY!
useful carrds to get educated on what's happening towards asian community:
a friendly reminder that microaggressions against asians can also look like this:
pretending to gag at asian food
pretending to be weirded out by asian customs and cultures
excusing cultural appropriation (often through ignoring the stories of asians who have been mocked for wearing their ethnic dress while praising a white person for doing so)
not trying to learn how to pronounce an asian person's ethnic name correctly, or asking, "can i call you by something else?"
adopting an asian name for the ~aesthetic~
using the words "oriental" and "exotic" to describe asian people, particular asian women
ignoring the experiences and stories of south, southeast, and central asians
making sweeping assumptions about asian countries (including their political, historical and cultural landscape)
treating the entire asian community as a monolith and ignoring the fact that the experiences of asian nationals are remarkably different from the asian diaspora/migrant community
co-opting asian aesthetics into creative media without acknowledging their history
New Harukawa illustration, which will be fetured on next month's Young Ace cover
Confessions Of Memories. | • 4.
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Mine never wanted me.
My father is something of a dead myth, and my mother was a criminal.
A perfect upbringing for me really.
Li Jing looked to the unfinished diary entry, the words burning through her pupils. Her eyes constricted, as she cradled herself, shoving it away with her foot. She scrunched her raven strands in her fist, as she chewed on her lip.
XXXX
My dream got eaten last night..
But I'm recovering.
"Xiao wasn't responsible, was he?" She sighed, to no-one in particular.
That was the truth. The secret that she so desperately needed to tell him. To at least chip away at his guilt- even slightly - wasn't possible. He would never know, because she would never tell him.
XXXX
I don't want to stay with her.
The page lay unfinished.
The next week after the entry, Li Jing was alone.
Loneliness plagued her life without hesitance. She dragged herself through a path that only led to more loss. Yet if she stopped, she would betray her mother. Being loyal to her mother was the only thing she needed.
She wished.
Li Jing shuffled to the door, quiet as she looked to the dawn that was illuminating him. Xiao was perched there, like his usual self. His breaths paced, body stiffly stuck in one place. She sat beside him, watching the sun glide over the debris of the moon.
"You really need to relax sometimes." She glanced at him.
"Hmph. And where's the time for that? Liyue isn't a place for rest."
"Then where is?"
Xiao hummed, looking to her arms. Her arms, were probably warm. But they had also probably forgotten him.
"Well what about you then?"
"History doesn't rest, so I can't either."
"Promise me you'll rest." His eyes clicked with her own, his tone soft.
"I'll keep the promise if you rest as well."
"Fine."
He leaned forward. He hesitated. With her eyes screwed shut, a soft warmth was pressed to her head, his sleeve dragging across the wood as he retracted. Li Jing's cheeks flushed, as her heart was pierced with ache once more.
"What are you guys doing?" The Traveller looked up to them, sleepy and worn with leftover fatigue. Xiao arched his brow, gracefully landing infront of the Traveller. Li Jing took the stairs down.
She linked arms with the Traveller, leading them away from him.
"The book you picked wasn't easy."
"Why?"
"The memories of the author are dead. None of their memories were clear."
"Then what are you going to do?"
"I'll need to meet this village's historian."
She brushed her hair rapidly, taking her two hairpins out of her side pocket.
"Who gave you those hairpins?"
"These? Oh."
"One is from Xiao."
Her face flushed red with fever. Days were blurring together as she looked to the outside, which had a quiet pond. The only thing keeping the days apart was Xiao.
His eyebrows were furrowed. Xiao leaned closer, his lips pressing a soft kiss to her head. Her eyes were heavy with fatigue, the cold cloth on her head slightly aiding her.
"Get well soon, please." He murmured, placing a hairpin in her hand.
She held his hand, a soft smile glazing her face.
"The other is from my best friend."
The summer sun was set on the water, as they padded through the sand, their arms gritty with wet sand. She paused, dirting her dress as she searched for an item.
"Mei your dress!"
" My mom doesn't care. Here! I got us matching hairpins! "
"What'd she look like?"
"I can't remember."
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"I remember you! You must be the village historian?" Li Jing quipped.
"Yes, it's an honour to meet someone who has been documenting for centuries."
Her chest creaked with unease. She looked at his dark eyes, chuckling lightly.
"You knew the author?"
"Quite well actually. She passed on just a decade ago."
"I hoped she lived well."
"She did, being the great- granddaughter of Honghui. "
"Honghui?"
"I'm going to marry Hui! "
"You're only ten!"
Mei huffed, crossing her arms.
"True love doesn't wait, does it?"
"I can't believe she's dead. She was only 18!"
"Honghui is so distraught, he won't even leave his study."
"Yeah, he's an old name now. His tale is quite sad- moving on, you needed information for the book?"
"Yes, thank you."
"Make yourself at home."
"I'll be leaving in fifteen minutes, it's really not necessary."
She shuffled, tucking her sleeves to her side. The man glanced at her, his eyes lingering on her. Li Jing let her eyes fall to the table.
"No need to rush."
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Something to look forward to at the end of this week!!! (≧▽≦)
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Kyouken! (Mad Dog)
This is an OC I'm working on!
Taking a brief pause to just say my heart is with the people of Ukraine right now, and I wish all of you well.
Personally, I think this song fits Dazai
The title translates to 'Tefu tefu', a sort of outdated way for saying 'butterfly'.
+ Obligatory Manga Screenshot
The Lyrics.
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