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My Mother
My Mother
In this special 3 part story,Crisanto,now in his teens,writes 3 separate entries of his family in a secret diary he bought for himself when he was a kid.
In this one big entry here,he finally talks about his most beloved family member of all,his Mother.
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ENTRY 1:
I love my father and sister so much!
But...for most of the time,it was my mother who stuck by me ever since I was a baby.She’s the main reason why I’m the man today,and even my name was thought up by her.
Crisanto,a Spanish form of Chrysanthus, and a Greek name meaning "golden flower". My name possibly has a Filipino origin as well,but I’m not entirely sure.So when I was old enough to browse the Internet,many sites says that my name is indeed of Spanish and Greek origin,but I even managed to find my name also relating as a Filipino name,and in Filipino,my name means “Christ”.
It did surprise me when I was told by Mama that my birthday was on December 25,the same day Jesus,the Son of
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My Father,Sora
My Father,Sora
In this special 3 part story,Crisanto,now in his teens,writes 3 separate entries of his family in a secret diary he bought for himself when he was a kid.
In two entries here,he now talks about his father,Sora.
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ENTRY 1:
Talking about my father is..rather difficult.
Don’t get me wrong,I still love them very much,but I know that I have to be careful about what I write about them,considering their past events...
Well..here goes nothing-
My father is a surgeon,and works at a hospital not far from our home.It’s pretty convenient,since they can walk there if they want to if they don’t have the time to get a vehicle.Plus they needed the exercise to stay in shape at least,since they’re a doctor they have to stay healthy,so that’s a plus.
From what I heard from their assistant,my father is rather well-know around the ladies.I was concerned,thinking of what mother thinks of this,but father knew better and rejected women who were interested in them
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My Sister,Aka
My Sister,Aka
In this special 3 part story,Crisanto,now in his teens,writes 3 separate entries of his family in a secret diary he bought for himself when he was a kid.
In two entries here,he talks about his older sister,Aka.
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ENTRY 1:
When I was little,I always looked up to my big sister Aka.
She’s definitely not like most girls I’ve seen,because growing up,my old female classmates are mostly all girly.They like the color pink,they collect Barbies,and they adore jewellery.Of course,there’s nothing wrong with that. But my sis really is something in my eyes.
She’s strong,fierce,bold,hot-headed,has that rebellious teen appearance if I have to be honest,and she doesn’t hesitate to fight anyone when needed,not to mention she has this tomboyish aura around her. She’s a fearsome warrior in the streets,for she is known to participate in annual street fighting competitions,and she was always declared the winner.Because of her rough and tough appearance,sh
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Christmas Greetings [Nekobitch ver]
Look at me,I’m just bursting with joy for the holidays.”

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Now with this done,I can do my other projects that I have been procrastinating on.
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summer night out
Decided to put on some waterproof thigh highs cuz bikini and thigh highs are a match made in heaven,am I right? :)

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Music BG: m.youtube.com/watch?v=TrXDPyp9…



Missi belongs to ChibiDonDC 

Inspired by one of Daria’s Seasonal Drawings.
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Christmas Greetings [Kitten ver]
Sorry real life gentlemen,I only like fictional men.”
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Will probs make my Christmas greetings sketch soon since I feel much better now.

Oh,original comic will once again be delayed since the Christmas comic is coming into view.
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Okay question,I’m currently experiencing chest pains(internally)just after eating.


is that bad or??
me right now
It’s true that I rarely get sick,but this kind of sickness is not the first time I had it.


I got the same sickness a few months back.

it included:
Sudden body pain,specifically back,neck and legs
Fever
Nausea(I even puked jfc-)
Headache
Dizziness


it’s honestly a fucking pain because they just suddenly decided to hang out in my immune system and wreck me from the inside.I just got the sickness yesterday during school and I had to leave early cuz I felt so shitty.


i’m honestly Feeling much better than yesterday,but body pain is still evident,and it sucks.


because of this,I won’t be uploading anything till I get better.

i hope you all understand.
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My Mother


In this special 3 part story,Crisanto,now in his teens,writes 3 separate entries of his family in a secret diary he bought for himself when he was a kid.

In this one big entry here,he finally talks about his most beloved family member of all,his Mother.

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ENTRY 1:


I love my father and sister so much!

But...for most of the time,it was my mother who stuck by me ever since I was a baby.She’s the main reason why I’m the man today,and even my name was thought up by her.

Crisanto,a Spanish form of Chrysanthus, and a Greek name meaning "golden flower". My name possibly has a Filipino origin as well,but I’m not entirely sure.So when I was old enough to browse the Internet,many sites says that my name is indeed of Spanish and Greek origin,but I even managed to find my name also relating as a Filipino name,and in Filipino,my name means “Christ”.

It did surprise me when I was told by Mama that my birthday was on December 25,the same day Jesus,the Son of God,was born.Mama giggled at my surprised expression.

To add to this coincidence,apparently,I grew up religious.Much more religious than my mother,who is born a catholic and grew up in a rather religious family.I grew up reading most of the bible,and I was especially fond of reading the story of Adam and Eve,Noah’s Ark,and of course,the birth of Jesus Christ.

I pray every night and day,during meal time and such,I memorized prayers from the bible,I sometimes would say some of the verses of the bible and more.I even bought a book of saints when I visited a bookstore with my Mother.

My mother,though not religious,is proud that I have a healthy practice of my religion.But she warned me that if I ever abuse my faith on religion,she would punish me through silent treatment,meaning,she would be cold to me and ignore me,and that’s something I NEVER wanted to happen.


But it’s still a good thing her family has a well balanced faith,because religion CAN get out of hand.


Other than my name and religion,my mother is an overall quiet woman.It’s funny though,she hasn’t changed a bit.Well-in terms of height that is               ( ^ _ ^)’...


And can you believe that she’s almost in her 30s?She still looks like a mid teen,for crying out loud!Well,I don’t know if she should thank her Asian genes for that.


But aside from that,there are moments where she unleashes her inner child again.Like the time she went into the art store to caress marker sets as if they were her children,the times she would visit a store that sells plushies and christened them and became her children,she would squeal when she gets to pet baby animals,and not to mention that she squeals over anything that interests her.

Despite that she’s growing older,she’s still a kid,and I don’t want her to lose what’s left of her innocent childlike tendencies.


From what I heard from Auntie Kitten,Mama used to be the typical girly girl as a kid.I gasped,and Auntie Kitten laughed,saying that she too was surprised when her own gothic,emo twin sister personally told her that.

To me,it was a huge surprise when Auntie Kitten continued describing my mother as a kid.She told me that used to collect barbies,she loves anything pink and glittery,and the most surprising thing of all,Mama used to love going outside and was an extrovert!

I gasped even more.My quiet,indoor loving,introverted mother,once loved being in the outside and loves hanging out with people?

I couldn’t believe Auntie at first,but she just laughed,saying that it depends on me if I believed her story or not.And to be honest,up until today,I still didn’t believe her story until my mother herself told me.

I was blown out of my mind that day.


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My mother,to me,is a beautiful woman.

Despite her short height,she is unique in her own way.Even though she’s not exactly society’s ideal type of woman,my mother is beautiful in her way.Sure,she’s also not the brightest star,but she is intelligent in her own way,for she has a way with words.

It makes it better that she is a talented artist,and she practiced her craft ever since she was 3 years old.Though happy with her talent and skills,she still talks shit about herself.

I hate it when she degrades herself as a whole being.But she has her reasons.She doesn’t want to be desirable,especially for men.She purposely self-loathe herself so that men wouldn’t chase after her.

My mother doesn’t seem to like the majority of the male population,and I can see why.She only likes certain types of men,and she especially admires men like me.She even said that men should takes notes from me,for I am the ideal man,my mother said.

The men she despises are the shitty ones.The abusers,the rapists,child traffickers,corrupted authority figures,the ones who think that women are just their playthings and more.I may be a man,but I agree with my mother.


Those kinds of men need to be wiped off the earth.


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My mother is usually a nice person,not to mention she’s as kind as she could ever be.But sometimes,her kindness is her weakness.

She told me of her of her junior high school days one day.

In her view,she was too dense to not notice that her former classmates took advantage of her once shy and gentle nature.And can you believe me when I say that mother used to NOT curse?

I couldn’t believe it too.

My mother,when she was 7th grade,wanted to fit in and tried to please her classmates.It was when she slowly reached to 9th grade that made her wake up to reality that she never really belonged there in the classroom.During the majority of her junior high school years,she only had two friends.But now that Mama went off to senior high,they never talked much anymore.

I was furious when she told me that someone in her old school said one time that she was a freak.She couldn’t remember who said that about her,but whoever that person was,I so desperately wish I could slap them in the face.


During her junior high school days,it was also the time when Mama once had a boyfriend.I spat out the tea I was drinking.My mom dated a guy?!


Mama just giggled nervously,saying that she didn’t know her sexuality back then,but then her small smile faded to one of guilty frown.She and her ex only lasted for 3 months,before the guilt consumed her heart and broke off the relationship.She further explained that she confessed to her ex is because her true intention was to see if she is capable of loving another person,for she had no idea how to when it comes to intimate love back then.


It turns out...she wasn’t ready to love...


Her ex was a sweet boy to her,a rarity of boyfriend these days.He loved my mother for 3 years straight,and that love grew stronger due to the fact that he and mother attended the same school together.

Hell,he fell in love with her the moment he saw her.He was 6th grader at that time,and visited her house because he was working on a project with Mama’s sister.My mother wasn’t part of the school he attended at the time,but when he laid eyes on my mom,he quickly fell for her.For 3 years straight,he tried to win the heart of my Mama,but in the end,it only got broken.


I almost choked on my tears.I was a sucker for romance,but tragic romance?I was always a crybaby when it comes to those,and unfortunately,My mother always seemed to be in these types of romances,and it saddens me deeply because it’s true.


After 3 months of attempted love,her ex knew what she was thinking,for he had saw her crying one day in school.So,in the afternoon in school,her ex agreed on a breakup.


My mother agreed to it,and they both went their separate paths,both parties hurt and heartbroken.


That was when my mother first became emotionless towards love,and vowed to never fall in love again to keep herself from being heartbroken.



But....that is...until she met my father.


For a long time,my mother had hope that this relationship with Papa would finally make her happy.She loved my father deeply,and tried her best to keep them happy,and every time my mother would say that her sacrifices for her relationship to last were insignificant,I wanted to cry.

My mother,for most of her life,is used to downgrading herself.She would always lower her self-esteem and confidence.She would say negative things about herself,and hearing her talking like that about herself resulted me to hug her,tears streaming down my eyes.

I was around 13 years old when Mama told me all of this,and she gently smiled as she hugged me back,still continuing her small story while patting my hair.

My mother longed for happiness,she longed for someone to love her unconditionally,and when she dated Papa,she felt loved,she felt secure-


She was finally happy!


But then...things started to go bad.


If you had read my previous entry about my father,you then already know what they did to Mama for the past 3 years.

But despite that,Mama was still strong,willing to try harder for the sake of her relationship to last.




...Until 3 years later,the horrible truth came out.



...I’m sure most of you know what I’m talking about right?


When it came out...my mother’s patience finally snapped.


She ended her relationship with my father at the mid end of August.


And ever since then,she was never the same again.


To this day,her dull,lifeless eyes still haunt me every time I look at them.When I do,I see pain,sadness,grief,anger,and disappointment.Her outlook and her view on love,now shattered along with her already worn out heart.


Because of it,a lot of traits of my mother has vanished.She’s still kind though,but when provoked,she would become a force to be feared of.especially in our household.

Her eyes never shined again,and it’s a painful,constant reminder.

Because no matter how hard my father tried to redeem themselves in the eyes of my once happy mother,she couldn’t move on from her past.


After all,once a Pisces is backstabbed by a person she trusts the most,that cut stays FOREVER.

My mother would somehow,and hopefully learn to forgive father,but never in a million years will she forget about the pain and heartache she went through.


To this day,her eyes remain empty.


For every time she gets involved with any kind of romantic relationship or interests,it would end in tragedy,as if she was cursed.




And what’s worse,she believed that she is,and knowing that hurts me more than anything else in the world.





END
My Mother
The final chapter of Crisanto’s Journal entry.


Spelling mistakes are evident.
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My Father,Sora


In this special 3 part story,Crisanto,now in his teens,writes 3 separate entries of his family in a secret diary he bought for himself when he was a kid.

In two entries here,he now talks about his father,Sora.

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ENTRY 1:

Talking about my father is..rather difficult.

Don’t get me wrong,I still love them very much,but I know that I have to be careful about what I write about them,considering their past events...


Well..here goes nothing-


My father is a surgeon,and works at a hospital not far from our home.It’s pretty convenient,since they can walk there if they want to if they don’t have the time to get a vehicle.Plus they needed the exercise to stay in shape at least,since they’re a doctor they have to stay healthy,so that’s a plus.

From what I heard from their assistant,my father is rather well-know around the ladies.I was concerned,thinking of what mother thinks of this,but father knew better and rejected women who were interested in them,because they knew better than to mingle with women other than my mother.


For me,my father is special.

Why?

Because my Papa is not a man,but a woman.


Both of my parents are women.


Though it is a bit embarrassing that I’m the only male in my family right now,I considered myself lucky,for my sister,mother and father love me unconditionally.
People sometimes take women for granted.I mean-how else will men populate the planet without a woman?I swear,I saw men disrespecting women of all kinds,using them for just their pleasure,abusing them,even selling them?!They even sell female children just for money!


It is downright disgusting!


As a male myself,I was revolted at how men like those even come alive breathing into this planet and not be ashamed of themselves-


Because men like these exist in our world,my parents,especially my mother,was hellbent on raising me to be the best man I could be.I would grow up to be kind,nurturing,respectful,patient,understanding,and doesn’t and NEVER will downgrade a woman or a child,no matter what class,age,color,nationality or rank they are.


However,even though mom raised me to be the perfect gentleman,I was surprised by her maturity and awareness that not all women deserve respect,for there are women who can be just evil as the men that I described earlier.I was shocked,but nevertheless,admired my mother and her open-mindedness.

I saw my father agree with my mother,but I saw sadness on their face.

Was it something that mother said?


I didn’t know,because I didn’t know my father and mother’s history together at the time being.


...


It was a normal day as usual.

I was out with only my sister to get some fresh air,and because Aka was doing her daily runs in our usual spot in the park.I always love coming here.I get to play while waiting for my sister to finish,I would roll in the sand in the sand box,I would even be fascinated by the small creatures there,such as the butterflies,the bees and even the ants.

I was sitting on the bench on that day,and from a distance,I saw a mother and father playing with their son on the swing set.The father was laughing merrily,gently pushing the swing his son sat on,while the mother,though quiet through the whole thing,was smiling with pure joy at her two babies having fun.


I was around 11 years old at the time,and I tilted my head in wonder.I never knew a couple could look so happy together,especially if it’s a husband and wife.


For me growing up,my parents are committed to raising me and my sister the best they can-


But I’ve never seen my parents...well...happy with one another.


Don’t get me wrong,there are the rare times that they would smile at each other,even though it’s a small smile,but unlike the couple across from me,not once have I seen my mother and father be romantic towards each other,and I grew up wondering everyday wondering why they are not like the couple I saw in the park.


Were they always like this?I usually ask myself.


So when I confronted my mother when we came back from the park and asked her about it,her dull eyes would just stare into my soul,not a word escaping her lips.I gulped in fear,wondering if I had angered my mother,for I had heard from Auntie Kitten that Mama is absolutely terrifying if angered,especially if she’s silent as a grave.


If growing up with a quiet mother taught me anything,it’s that silence is the most terrifying response,and my mother is especially a scary case of that.


I stood there in front of her breathing heavily,my little body trembling.I was expecting some sort of angry response,but instead,Mama knelt to reach eye level with me,patted my head,and gave me a small smile,her dead eyes locked into my lively,innocent eyes.


“Go ask your father about that.”


And without another word,she stood up and left the house,probably to go buy groceries.I let out a breath that I didn’t know I was holding.I honestly get panic attacks when Mama goes silent for a while after asking certain questions.

Maybe I should be really careful on what I ask of her next time.


Moments later,I went to see papa,who was in their study.


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ENTRY 2:


Papa would sometimes avoid answering my questions regarding their past with my Mama.When I would ask them,they would nervously laugh before saying some sort of excuse that they are busy,and I have to ask them again later.


This went on for several days,and despite being a gentle child,I can be just as stubborn as my older sister.I was determined to get answers from my father,even it means I have to be a little forceful.


One day,however,was when father finally decided to come out clean after noticing my endless determination sparking in my sky blue eyes.


In the shortest way possible,they describe the endless crimes they did against my mother,and I stood there,shocked and speechless.

They described how horribly they emotionally abused my mother,who is know to be very weak-hearted and emotionally unstable,even before dating Papa.To this day,she’s still emotionally broken.

They described how painfully they insulted her when they were mad,calling her names that never in my life I imagined my father calling my mother that way.

They described how their lies of their exaggerated past destroyed my mother’s trust and love,breaking their bond and resulting in their break up after 3 years of being together.


It was then Papa told me,with small tears forming in their eyes,that they only stayed together because of two reasons:

One reason is because both of them are needed to raise me and Aka,while the other one?Well...Papa was hesitant to say it,so they ended our convo from there,gently telling me to leave to they can do their work.


I was at loss for words.


Papa did all of that to Mama?


It all seemed to make sense why my parents never showed romantic love towards each other-


My mother was broken,and couldn’t trust my father after her emotionally traumatic relationship with Papa.It’s no wonder why she looked at me so coldly when I asked her about her history with papa-and it’s no wonder why I would always notice her looking so cold towards papa.


It’s no wonder why my parents never smiled at each other much...because of their relationship falling apart in tragedy.



To this day,I am still deeply saddened by their empty love.



They are committed to each other,but their passion,love and intimacy are long gone...




...But I still wish that one day,they would show each other love,even if it’s their last time showing it.



END
My Father,Sora
Part 2 of Crisanto’s story in their POV.

Spelling mistakes might be evident.
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a merry little christmas for six and seven
“Hey again,it’s me.”


”So...help isn’t here yet,but luckily,the Maw still has enough food for me to last for a while!And it’s a good thing it’s just anchored beside me...”

”....Oh-I made myself a gift!Well...it’s just an empty box with wrapping paper ( ^ _ ^)...”

”The only gift I made this year is for you,since it’s getting colder here in the middle of nowhere,and it doesn’t help that we’re mostly surrounded by the ocean-“


”But...I do hope you like your new scarf.Got the fabric from Mom’s old room”

”....”


”Hey Seven?”


”....I’m sorry that I killed you.”


”When I realised that it was you after escaping,I went back to get your body...and managed to bury it properly in this little land...because it’s all that I have to keep your body safe...”

”I’m just worried if the ocean suddenly goes into high tide mode-I don’t want your grave to be washed away....”


”.....Hey seven?”


”...Merry Christmas...but,it’s not Christmas without you beside me...”


”I’m sorry for everything....”


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Music BG: m.youtube.com/watch?v=xocW-Wb2…


Fuck,I’m honestly about to cry-



*tries to man the fuck up*


Anyways,this happens in a headcannon of mine that Six is still waiting for help to arrive.The Maw,like Six said,is anchored besides the small land where Six took the time to bury Seven’s Gnome body.She realized it was Seven when she decided to walk around the now abandoned Maw and saw his soul arising from his dead body.

Six,guilty,spent most of her time talking to her friend’s grave while waiting for possible help.
It’s almost Christmas,yet for a holiday that’s meant to be joyful,Six celebrated it with a sorrowful heart,but smiled nevertheless despite her tears for her fallen friend.


With that being said,excuse me while I go cry myself to sleep.



*ugly sobbing in the distance*
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My Sister,Aka


In this special 3 part story,Crisanto,now in his teens,writes 3 separate entries of his family in a secret diary he bought for himself when he was a kid.

In two entries here,he talks about his older sister,Aka.

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ENTRY 1:

When I was little,I always looked up to my big sister Aka.

She’s definitely not like most girls I’ve seen,because growing up,my old female classmates are mostly all girly.They like the color pink,they collect Barbies,and they adore jewellery.Of course,there’s nothing wrong with that. But my sis really is something in my eyes.

She’s strong,fierce,bold,hot-headed,has that rebellious teen appearance if I have to be honest,and she doesn’t hesitate to fight anyone when needed,not to mention she has this tomboyish aura around her. She’s a fearsome warrior in the streets,for she is known to participate in annual street fighting competitions,and she was always declared the winner.Because of her rough and tough appearance,she would always walk me to school in order to scare off my bullies with a mean looking glare that would scare any kid,teen or even an adult.

But going back to a previous description about her having a manly appearance despite that she’s a girl,at first,I questioned myself on why so many girls are flinging themselves towards her. Not that I mind,but when Aka one day announced that she got herself a girlfriend,I questioned myself more.I still love her very much,but Aka got her girlfriend when I was a kid,so I was curious-

Can a female be with another female?

My little kid instinct was to,of course,ask my Mama about it.When I told Mama,her usually dull eyes seemed to lighten up with a spark that I haven’t seen in a while.It caught me off guard completely when Mama squealed so girlish-ly.When she told me why Aka has a girlfriend,she said to me in a tender,soft voice:

“Sweetie,Aka is a lesbian.”

My childhood innocence wondered what that word meant,and when I was about to ask,Mama was quick to answer.In the same tender voice of love,she smiled a small smile.

“A lesbian is a woman who is attracted to other women.”Mama first said,”But sometimes,a woman who is of that sexuality is discriminated in other parts of the world we live in now,which is still sad and unfortunate for those women.”

Sensing the mild sadness in her voice,I nuzzled my nose against her nose like a puppy would,hoping it would cheer her up.My small hands were clapping with joy as I managed to get a small giggle out my usually quiet mother.

As our talk went on further,Mama then added that some countries have already accepted lesbian and gay couples,even allowing same sex marriage.Hearing that,I was happy that my sister would marry her girlfriend without worry in the future if she were to wed in a country that doesn’t judge different sexualities.

I remembered our convo ending there when Mama gave me a soft peck on the forehead and nuzzled my hair,before telling me to go do my homework.


It was nice memory to relieve,and one of my fondest childhood memories.Looking back,my sister was really brave to proudly announce her love to her girlfriend,and it’s even better because the said girlfriend is a close friend of Mama’s friend.The girlfriend was,and still,a very kind person.Her gentle soul perfectly balances my sister’s wild and fiery soul,and opposites attract,if I do say so myself.

And up to this day,they are still together,happy as ever.

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ENTRY 2:

When I was still little,I never knew where my sister came from,since my Mama told me that she is an adopted child.Before her adoption,it was Papa who found her.Sis was in her mid teens then,probably 13 years old,when Papa found her.

She was found in a dark alleyway when Papa was walking home from their job at the hospital.Upon my father’s discovery of my sister’s withering body,they quickly rushed her back to their house to treat her injuries.

When I asked Papa to describe their discovery of my sister, they described that when they found her,it was on a rainy day. She was laying on the ground in anguish due to malnutrition.She was so skinny,and she had many bruises and untreated open wounds.She wore worn out rags that wasn’t able to cover most of her body,and portions of her arms and her legs were covered with dirty bandages.The bandages,Papa said,was used to help Aka fight better,since a female teen in the streets is an easy target for sexual predators,so she had to learn to kick ass to fight off those disgusting pests.

It was then that I learned from Mama that Aka has been in the streets for most of her life!I was around 8 years old,I think,when I heard this new piece of info regarding my sister. From what I was told from Mama,my sister escaped the orphanage she was staying in.Her old “home” was full of mean people!They bullied her,and the caretakers were no better!

So she fled the place in desperation.She was 6 years old when she did.

Days later,a news article reported that the same orphanage was found burned to the ground shortly after Aka escaped.But I was kid when Mama told me that,so I had no idea who burned down the building.

The people were blaming the monster population,because around this time,monsters from Mt.Ebott were free from their underground prison.But witnesses at the scene of the crime claimed that no monster was found when the orphanage was in flames.

At first,I thought of my sister burning the building down,but it crossed off my mind,realising that she already fled the scene before the fire started,so it couldn’t be Aka.

Nevertheless,I was a child,and even though I was kid,I was mature enough to not stick my nose into business I should not focus on too much.


Geez,I’ve been writing for while now,haven’t I?

Well,gotta blame Mama for that,since she loves to write on her free time.I guess her hobby has rubbed off on me ( ^ _ ^)’


I’ll end this entry here,and maybe I could write again something when I have the time.



END


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Just a small short story series in Crisanto’s POV.
My Sister,Aka
Story explains all.
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happy early holidays
I’m the kind of person who honestly has to mimic other people’s positive energy to be and feel positive.

Can’t really feel my own happiness most of the time because of my still fucked up emotional condition.

But anyways,it is now the month of December.

And I just remembered that Christmas comic that is said to continue on Christmas.



ho boy,another delay on the original comic,but I guess that’s fine.


Happy early holiday greetings,everyone.
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m.youtube.com/watch?v=jb_pBhWi…


May the abusers be damned.
They don’t deserve redemption.
They deserve hell.
The workers deserve justice and freedom.

And I’m not surprised that the most brutal of all employers are Arabs.

I know that not all Arabs are cruel,but I also know that MOST of them are just downright evil.And evil people not only exist in Saudi Arabia,but other countries as well.But like I said,they are the WORST.It is clearly stated in the video that the most brutal of torment for workers happens there.

I should know,I’m currently reading a book that shows me the true nature of people in Saudi Arabia,especially men.

Not being sexist or a feminist,but if you know how the sorry excuse of human men treat their women,even a lot of men from other countries would agree with me.The women there can also be cruel when they want to be,but most of the female race are mistreated so fucking horribly.

Not only that,but my fellow female Filipino kind being treated that way?

Disgusting-

Shameful-

And the offenders don’t get penalized?


This world is gonna fucking die if the people of authority don’t wake the fuck up and solve this ASAP.


Things BETTER change for the sake of the people,especially fo the next generation.Cuz if not?


Well,I’m not religious,but let’s see how powerful these lowlife abusing scum are against the Last Judgement of God.
A Small Visit
just a small upload just to prove that I’m still alive.

in a sense.


My project will still take a while,so I just wanted to rest by drawing other stuff.
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Jesus Christ,the poor babies-

And that one fox wailing in pain from its wound-



I just recently discovered this,but please share the video online in hopes Animal Welfare organizations will deal with something like this and help them.And I’m sure it’s not just the fox island,but other animal islands as well.

The poor babies ; - ;...
The comic will once again be in delay.

There is a project that I need to completely focus on in school.

Thanks for reading.
Demon Reborn: Wish Granted [Page 29]
*If you really want to die,then let me show you something before death.

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Sorry for the delay.

Had a lot of stuff to finish.
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Second Promotional Poster [Threnody]
I gave away my life and humanity for a life I thought would bring me happiness.But I looked back at the past,and I regretted my decision to agree to those vows centuries ago.”

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Had fun making this 👌

Threnody series and Character belongs to IMissMi
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Been a while since I wrote a journal,so hey,why not write one about how I came to this point in art.And a bit of my life.

Warning: very boring to read(at least in my view).


How I became an Artist:

Not really good at explaining what my life was before I started drawing but I was pretty young,3 years old to be exact.

Doodled a shit ton of bullshit on notebooks,my school books,the walls,etc.
Fast forward to 5 or 6 years of age I have discovered the wonderful world of Japanese cartoo-I mean “Anime”.


I managed to remember a lot of childhood anime,like Mirmo(idk how you spell it though),My Melody,and most of all,the life changing anime that made me practice more to improve my art,and yes,it’s Naruto.

I basically grew up with it,and it was really a bittersweet ending for me that my childhood has finished when Naruto Shippuden finally finished.

So I basically practiced and practiced for the next several years.Today,I’m still practicing to improve more on my craft.

For those who are beginners in drawing,know this:


”A great artist was once a newbie.”

Practicing drawing may take a while,but once you get the basics done,you can eventually master that skill with ease.



Short life story:

As a kid,I was very social,loud,a headache to my parents,but full of energy and joy(I think).I was very girly back then,loved wearing dresses and skirts and all that sugar and spice shit.

I dunno how I got to be the person I am now cuz the path is blurry af,but what I do know is that life made realise shit as I was growing older.

Being in grade school passed by in a flash and I was in 7th grade.I was still a naive and gullible girl in a surrounding I feel uneasy with,but during that time,I wanted to please my classmates to fit in.

But when I moved to 8th grade,I slowly began to realise that,in my view at least,some of my “classmates” were taking advantage of me being a soft and easy to twist around girl.It was at that time that I told my mom to cut my hair,because I look at my reflection,long hair never suited me.I also got glasses at that time.Ever since then,I have short hair up till this day along with my glasses.

When I moved to 9th grade,that’s when I changed.Then when I moved to 10th grade,I was close to being the person I am today.

The year of grade 11 made me who I am completely,but it wasn’t a bad year.


Today,I’m rather depressive,emo,an indoor person,hates small talk,awkward,very quiet to strangers,and can be weird to some people.I still have my emotional issues too and on several occassions,have breakdowns.


I never had a sad childhood,but I had problems here and there,and though I forgotten most of them,some led me to have emotional issues.I tend to cry alone.I don’t what was wrong with me.


Today,I still have some emotional issues,and with recent events,it’s slightly going downhill,but rest assure,I’m trying.

Trying get back to normal at least.





Hope this was okay at least to read.

Thanks for reading.

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Call me Neko-chan,Artist-chan or simply Emoneko.

I'm trash for Undertale(I think)and you'll probably see a ton of WIPS and fan arts of them,but I'm also trash for other fandoms.I also make AUs of Undertale(Not much but meh).

I make comics while I have the chance,watch anime cuz I’m an indoor loser mostly.Not as pretty irl(2D me is what I expect to look like but real me is meh).Emotional issues may vary cuz I’m an emo potato.


Status: likewise unstable,going through personal stuff,etc

Hope we get along.



WARNING: Profile is not safe for VERY young viewers.Profile may contain some sin,curse words,sometimes trigger and cancer worthy shit,etc.


Reminder: I’m mostly lesbian.I’m sure the boys should know that I’m not into guys.I only like fictional guys.Nuff said.

I also hate flirty people and small talk.I also hate people being try hards.
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Soft-Floss-Bites Featured By Owner 11 hours ago  Professional Digital Artist
Even when the dark comes crashing through When you need a friend to carry you And when you’re broken on the ground You will be found


+w+
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TFShade-000 Featured By Owner 2 days ago
I sometimes saw you commenting somewhere on her profile.
What makes you linger there?
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BlackLasher5 Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hey Neko what type of music do you listen to?
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terrariaproandking Featured By Owner 5 days ago
Hey Neko I have question about Kitten how did she get her scarf I remember in one of the comic when Chara ( cut Kitten head off I think ) and Kitten said that he had ruined a (perfect gift I think) and if it was a gift who gave it to Kitten was it you or papyrus ( I dunno if I'm right about some of this because I don't remember exactly what happened but I think I am)
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CNeko-chan Featured By Owner 5 days ago  Hobbyist Digital Artist
A gift from her twin.
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terrariaproandking Featured By Owner 5 days ago
Ok thanks for answering
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LSSDraws Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2018  New Deviant Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hey. I'm LittletaleSmolSans on a new accountSuper Mario World - Derp Luigi Icon 
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TFShade-000 Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2018
I expected you to get the numbers right after my comment.
But seems like numbers never matter if you never loved her for what she was.
My opinion on the 2D offsprings?
Your children. It's children. Not hers, however.

Do tell me if you think I assumed wrong.
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CNeko-chan Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2018  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Dunno why you even planned to research on our personal relationship.
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TFShade-000 Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2018
Maybe it's my nature.
Maybe I was never here for the art. You and iSora was a delightful couple to watch.
The dice is thrown, and thus I have no regrets.
It's probably time for you to banish me. Do tell if you woud like to.
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