Did you know? In the hananene fanart I made the tanzaku (the papers for wishes) have real wishes from one Twitch amazing community. 'Babyreyramos' ❤️ is my literature goddess and gave me the opportunity to share this fanart project and make it lovely and special to me. My hananene fanart gave me the biggest notes any of my others posts have ever had and I know is all thanks to Babyreyramos and her amazing chat on Twitch.
Here is the link for the video I made on TikTok and for the one on Instagram.
"Because in the darkest times, you were my only light."
That was the line that inspired me to draw this. It was a challenge of sorts that I came up with to write a manga or comic. And it came at handy, you know? I could draw this in a shorter period of time than my other drawings. Title: I found.
Soooo, here it is baby! My Hanane fanart way after Tanabata 7.7 But you know? These two holding hands gives me life. ❤️❤️❤️ They're watching fireworks together and holding hands!
SO, I've finally managed to write a properly length chapter and the suspense is getting real!
Prefece
Run.
That’s what the little girl’s mind mustered to bring about.
——Ah, ah, ah —— Her lungs are burning but her mouth fights to breathe but she ends gasping the entire time.
Behind her you can see it coming closer, so does she. Sprinting as her legs are getting numb seems not to keep her away from danger. Batting her arms into the nothingness, her hands grab no aid. Her legs wandered aimlessly and her teardrops fell unnoticed.
Do not see, little lost lamp. Pray to God to lead your path, to keep your soul. Do not turn your eyes to… oh, you just had to see didn’t you? You forgot your prayer. It is coming for you.
—— GAaaaaah! —— what good are those screams for? They exhaust your lungs; keep your mouth dried out. Do not stray your way. Now, her legs were giving up as she turned to a slope. The little poor thing… she never knew about the perpetrator foretold agenda, never knew better. She did not see it coming; no one saw it, indeed. No-one stopped and jumped to her aid when she tripped and sprained her ankle, four seconds not lasted enough to realize her previous slips, her not responding force and her predator’s grasp. No one heard her cry and no one caught a glimpse of the light reflecting her final moments. No one caressed her pale cheeks to shush her fear, her plum red lips shouted no word as no one heard, and no one saw, no one…but me.
I wanted to hold her hand, cast a kiss charm on her forehead to ease her boisterous dreadful thoughts, but no hand was attached anymore and as for her forehead... her countenance stiffed in time while in terror, when still alive I could not do anything, my will crumbled when picking up her head so I stood there beside her remains besides of what was left of her complete existence. I kneeled before her unable to do a thing because so is the case my reader ——I cannot stop any of this.
My fanfic just keeps getting drawings. I've been planning all my fanfic and so far I cannot finish my research while drawings keep on popping up. What do you think of pretty red ridding hood Yashiro wandering in the woods?