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Hey, random Tumblr user. Are you feeling FOMO for not getting to be at Manga Ichiba this past weekend and get my books?

DON'T YOU WORRY!

You can get all my (leftover stock of) doujinshi here!

For the original book, Out of the Nebula, please see this link.

ALSO did you know I have uma stickers?? Yeah, I sold some at an event prior to Manga Ichiba.

sorry i told no one lulz i been busy

Here is the current roster, as of writing. This is the style you should expect the next umas to be in. Yes, me and my friends hand-cut, hand-laminated them :'DDDDDDDD each. And. Every. Single. One.

AND!!! We are not done!!! I will continue to slowly add more because i love a lot of the horses (come follow my mostly uma but maybe also game blog)... And!! I will allow you to think you can influence who I draw next!

i know pride month was like 2 days ago but listen. pride is every day, every year, all time, all places.

in that spirit, i shall now link you to the tag of my 2023 pride month challenge. i didn't chainlink these so you'll just have to go to the last page (since my blog is in chronological order) and start from there.

the last entry even has a timelapse.

enjoy 30+ pieces of gay art!!!!! please rebloggle :)

i literally can't see, let alone reblog "dumb dream."

i am really 5 seconds from hunkering down and making my own site. backend and frontend. because this is so stupid. because enshittification is absolutely everywhere. enshittifying itself. ugh.

follow-up to my first(?*) make a terrible comic day comic from yesterday

i drew this shortly after i drew the terrible comic yesterday because i'm mad like that, but then my friend advised me to spread it out and post today instead.

also there are black bars on the words because... idk, maybe it's funnier if you don't know what deku actually said and because we're on tumblr. i posted an unblacked bar version on my bsky if you are that curious. otherwise, feel free to like........................ ad-libs your deepest, darkest preferences into those black bars, i guess lmao

remember class, deku is straight

also you can thank @/ruxan_kikilin for this again

oh yeah i wrote an anthy fic in preparation for AOU on jun 7th

that i didn't bother telling anyone, as per usual lol.

but i am now because i'm feeling festive! please go read it if you love anthy and also are open to the idea of transfemme anthy >:)

screenshots of the extremely short list of tags + summary here:

people who've known me for a while: no shit

people who don't: NOW YOU DO

anyway i recently watched AOU in theatres (today) after trying to catch up three new utena intiates (we only got to 38 though before we had to book it 😭😭😭) and AAAAAAAAAAAAGH <3

i have a bit of a crazy impulse from the high of seeing it in the theatres to maybe go one more time in my utena regalia as i had originally planned today but we'll see

i also had been planning to make some free utenanthy stickers (an update to some ancient ass 20th[?] anniversary stickers i drew so long) to give out to utena-ers at the movie as proof that one was there at the showing but it's gonna have to be after the fact 😂

anyway ♥️♥️♥️♥️ happy pride month

will prolly post some more gay art in the coming days!!

vaguely chronologically after this one

i'm almost done with what i call my "ochako manifesto" that i may or may not share here but does show up as a second chapter of a fic somewhere also not here. as my brain continues to run wild with that, it also can't help but think about the various ways ochako is going reunite with the himiko inside her and how that will reverberate in the overall narrative.

of note is how this didn't play out as long as i originally envisioned it (in my head; with these comics, i never plan them out like i do with kiaf) nor did certain things i was thinking about and still am thinking about made it in here. but i do like this in the end.

sooeooo i'm a little fixated on this AU of this fic i'm writing instead of the fic's canon LOL

gonna try to canonize as much of this because i'm saving most of the kacchako feelings for another fic. don't worry uraraka, i'll give you a blasty boy in another universe!

The "I translated my own comic as if I had used shitty machine translation and had an agenda against BKDK" version. A shitpost voice-acted out version of this coming maybe later someday.

Still read right-to-left, although the first page is on the left. Sorry I didn't split it for you this time.

OHAYOUGOZAIMASU everyone. Or maybe it's afternoon when you read this, in which I should KONNICHIWA you. Anyway, I've recently been doing a lot of thinking about manga and the state of art as a VIABLE BUSINESS STRATEGY in our current economy and the conclusion I've arrived at is... we all need to go back to our traditional weeb roots. One must not just draw manga traditionally, but do their best in capturing the NIPPON essence. Henceforth, not only have I drawn my latest manga in NIHONGO, I've made sure to draw it from right-to-left (a decision made to, again, match the art form I am building a career off of and not because that's how you read Japanese), I even took the liberty of translating it back into English whilst still maintaining the essence. Take note, aspiring translators. This is how you translate Japanese. None of that localization BS. Only pure, straight feelings for Japanese here. Shoutout to ruxan_kikilin for reminding me what truly matters in comics, especially comics from the land of the samurai. . . . . . . . . . .

I'm gonna break out of character for a second (for whatever 'character' I've been playing when I'm online, consciously or unconsciously.)

But these are all books. Packaged by one person.

I'm no demonic corporatic entity subsuming everything in sight for the sake of greedy, arbitrary oblivion. I'm just a person, really. I got a day job. I have a lot of insecurities. I have lived things I might not cry about anymore, but I carry like a knife or bullet trapped in an organ.

I write for a lot of reasons now, but when I'm sad, I know I write for me. For the kid I once was and as I grow more older and more bitter, I have to struggle to empathize with because the hurt never stops. And also because the hope does give back. The birds and their songs (really, give your local house finch and/or sparrow a listen) go on without you, not to spite you, but as testament that for all the awful in the world, life is still around for you to make meaning out of. A lot of people make "good" and "beautiful" out of it, including me. Potential like that--and I mean only that, and not the fake, dystopian "potential" sold by the technocrat robber barons of our contemporary times.

I mean, really, think about it. In a time when censorship is trying to once again trying to flood and recolor every corner of history for the oppressors; when trans people are the current scapegoat for everything and anything; when genocide actively perpetuated by the greater part of damn continent I live in and then ignored by the others; when the planet itself seems to moan and twist with heat; and covering all of this in an even more depressing wash, the contemporary snake oil that is AI--here I and many, many, many other small writers WHO DON'T USE AI AND NEVER WILL, have managed to put our books to you.

Like, I tabled at Manga Ichiba not too long ago and managed to get a lot of books to people.

It was a miracle.

In any case, thank you to those who supported my words and art--then and now. For a writer, I should have more words, but I'm opting for my stories you've taken a chance on to tell them for me.

Thank you for making me feel like I'm a real boy.