Bringers of Judgment

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((I’ve been rewatching Brooklyn 99 and Nansi is so much like Terry it’s scary so have some dumb sketches.

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Hi.

This is kind of a last resort thing and I’ve been holding off making a post like this again because I thought me and my sister could handle our situation on our own, but things just kept getting worse and worse and now I don’t think things are going to be okay if we don’t get help.

So let me explain: About a year ago my sister got kicked out of my abusive dad’s house and my dad then started to try to starve my little brother and I and 100% became downright abusive.

My sister ended up staying in the back studio of a mentor’s house and did her best to help take care of my brother even though she couldn’t physically come back to dad’s due to the possibility of our dad getting physical.

We did our best to stick together. even when it finally came to the point of calling social workers on my dad for all the abuse. My brother and I ended up leaving our dad’s sometime in February of this year.My brother had been placed in a group home for the time being while I ended up staying with my sister at the mentor’s place.

From then on our goals were three things:

1. Find a job and save up even more than we already did so that we could move.

2. Move to a place that would have enough room for our brother so that all 3 of us could stick together.

3. Recover as much as possible from abuse and mental fuckery that made it hard to function as a human being.

Fast forwarding to now, and none of these are really completed. We barely have enough money due to the agreement our mentor/landlord had us do for rent even though originally he just agreed to having us stay to save that money for a place.  And now he wants us gone.

Literally by the end of today. (10/3/2018)

We’ve been attempting to get a place for months now and even looked for shelters as a final resort but the only one that had space was one that required everyone to have some sort of income/job coming in and they couldn’t have jobs/things to do at night. Which is exactly what we have.

 I have financial aid from school (which a lot has gone to paying for moving my stuff to storage now and the next flow of it comes in November) and my sister did land a job. I’m still looking and applying as all the interviews I did have declined me.

 So we have a tiny bit of income but not enough to keep us afloat all the way til November with the way how things are going. 

We’re going to have to check into a motel of some sort and my plan is to somehow raise at least $1500 dollars to 

Try to keep from going totally homeless (because honestly it’s super hard to recover from in my area. There’s a LOT of homeless here and the number is only growing)

Get a studio. We got someone lucky and talked to a property manager who was willing to get us a 2 bedroom with no problems if we would pay triple the amount of the price (about 4.5k) and all together we only have about half of that. They have another place (the studio)  available that we’re SO CLOSE to having enough for. So we plan on talking to them about that.

So how are we going to do this???

Well I’m taking Art Commissions as always. 

(Commission Details link here)

I have a Ko-fi page, and every $6 dollars you donate gets you a doodle request, $15 or higher gets you a cute chibi and any donation $30 or higher is either a flat drawing or a lineless drawing. (Please contact me before hand if you plan to do this so I can organize things) You can also just donate if you only want to give.

(Link for the Ko-fi Details)

And I got a Patreon. This would be probably the most helpful because reoccurring income means more stability! On top of that I’d be also realizing a dream of becoming an independent artist who’d be able to have the time to improve and work on all sorts of cool things. I’d recommend becoming a patron if you want to see me grow as an artist. If you want to that is.  I want to personally thank @thesmilingtragedy for sticking around on the patreon as long as you have.  It’s been helpful even as a little bit, ya know? 

(Aaand here’s the patreon link)

(And finally…. the Gofundme link.)

Yes. I made a gofundme because honestly this is urgent. If you just want to donate and then run off than this is the place to go. The goal is $1500 just for me and my sister to get by.

If you can’t or don’t want to donate for whatever reason can ya at least spread this around so some who can help see’s it? 

Thank you, for reading and I hope you’re all doing well wherever you are.

Two standalone pics I made just so that I’d have reason to draw these two again.

The Crimson-robed guard who bore the false mask hiding another would appear not too far from New Home after her rather dramatic display of farewell to her Sister in Arms and partner. From the outside it just seemed like Lieutenant Red of the Waterfall Branch had been called in to help reinforce the garrison that had long since been under siege by a multitude of creatures bearing identical color schemes yet a myriad of devestating abilities.

“…”

From inside, the Mint-furred Rabbit looked upon the carnage that had taken center stage in only a matter of minutes since her departure. All around her she could see Monsters desperately fighting for their lives, some fighting for the lives of others, and some… just in time to watch as their souls are taken captive by their assailants, bathing the consumer in a glow of white to replace their cyan markings.

‘Remnants?.. No… I cannot sense the same essence. What are these creatures? What are they doing to the souls..?!’ So many mixed signals, it’s hard to pin-point who was foe from friend at a distance with her attempt at feeling the atmosphere for magical signatures.

‘So it seems it shall be quite a journey to make for the stronghold, but being in the form I am now… I cannot ignore her duties, lest I paint her with a foul color.’

Slowly did she walk towards the city under fire, the Guard unsheathing a near indiscernable replica of the rapier that Red favored.

And in the other, the knife that the true identity of the wielder was so proficient in wielding, given the illusion of a traditional dagger to hide away its medical-alligned appearance so as to not give anyone an easy hint.

Ahead of her, screams and cries for her could be heard, along with the rumbling of feral growls. Each growl sounding off would be counted in the Guard’s mind, four– no, five at least. Then came more… Six… Ten… Fifteen? It sounded like an army awaited just outside the gate..!

‘Wherever you are, please be safe Red… Samga…’

That was all the simple term that one could call it as such for trying to adhere a simple life. But even then, this sudden surge of creatures popping out from seemingly nowhere brought about a disturbance, enough to bring chaos and turmoil upon the Underground.

Injustice, for that matter, no matter where he looked, proved that he was gonna have to tug his own weight if the area was to survive from becoming a wasteland.

And protect it, on apart for the sake of Harbinger. Hell, he was more livid with the amount of noise going on that he was sure that it’d disturb her common rests.

Oh well, these ‘beasts’ were about to answer to him now.

As the ink located himself just outside of New Home; Injustice emerging from the puddle to peek out from a stray rock no bigger than a desk.

A few meters away, he’d sense one of the stragglers staying behind the rest of their pack.

No doubt that this one looked to be a scrawny runt, what with it’s incessant idle chuckles of laughter, that this was the first one that he’d pick off.

Injustice took the opportunity to merge and blended into the ground as the ink-turned-puddle then darted out and ,made the first move towards it.

At the time he finally got within range of it, the ink would suddenly rise at startling speeds, being quick to brandish a recently acquired blade before he’d let loose and swing in a violent fashion aimed directly at their waist.

“...”

“The fuck dude...?”

One random change and the next. How exactly could he or Devoid have predicted that? Granted, the ink wasn’t much of help besides offering a few words. Which were already prepared of course but maybe that would come across as condescending.

“...Honestly, besides the fact you have to remind yourself to breath, you can still talk and eat at least.”

“Yet I fail to see how this is any better considering you’ve lost the ability to shift and use your ink to an adva-”

Then, a thought came to him. Something more of realization that he just figured out.

Even then, having something...Physical out of any unnatural manifestations did serve as some minor nuisance, Injustice would try and get on their level to relate.

“...Jeez though, that is strange.”