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A 3 month late art summary featuring art that i haven’t uploaded here due to my absence. unless i randomly feel like it, i don’t think i’m gonna go back and upload them here. if you wanna see them, though, they’re all on my DA.

I know i've pretty much said all the important bits in A Sacrifice for the Wind, but i figure i reiterate everything said along with expanding upon everything that occurred during 2017. piece by piece. and yes, i did intend to make an art joke. So, to get it outta the way, 2017 stunk more than a dead fish on a city bus. i lost a lot during that year. i lost the will to believe in whatever the future had in store for me, i almost lost a few friends, i lost my motivation to work on my projects and above all...i lost the smile i've always kept on every year before that. never have i been so emotionally damaged in all 5 years of my artist life leading up to this point. But, i can't say it was completely terrible. as much as i bashed it, art wise, 2017 was a very progressive year. looking at every wedge on the clock, i can't stop staring at how far i've come since the end of 2016. after being stripped of my tablet at the end, i've even learned how to not be afraid of making permanent mistakes. But yeah, let's begin. by turning the clock all the way back to January. when things were much simpler.... January: Hukaro Nakawa ~Final Mix Yeah, this was done in October, but i uploaded it in January for Moon's birthday. plus, there was nothing noteworthy this month. i still remember all the nice comments i got. this was the beginning of a year that i ran right in and yelled "LET'S SHOW THIS WORLD THAT WE WON'T STAND FOR ANOTHER 2016!" Oh how naive i was... February: The Beast Inside Remember when i played a lot of League in my free time? i sure do. anyway, this was my next attempt after Hukaro to continue doing my "Squeenix Cinematic Style." this time on the, at the time, new revamp for Warwick. needless to say, i still think i did a better job on Hukaro. BUT, this was still pretty good. it was during these first few months when things were really lookin' up for me. i was continually working on things cuz i really wanted to make something and school was pretty cool too. March: Digimon ZX Cover ZX ISN'T DEAD I SWEAR! *ahem* I MEAN....hai. owo As we march on into March, i think R2 of Digimon Temporal Jump was going on at the time. we were going through our story entries and things were pretty great being with my best buds. i also began doing art streams i'm pretty sure, with this drawing in particular being done during two days of streaming. i'm being serious, by the way. ZX is not dead. i've been typing up the story on my phone, so look forward to those chapters sometime soon! April: Are You Ready? Yup. in anticipation for Digidestined.Com, i decided to start seriously developing Digimon Unchained ahead of time so people would be able to get to know Yuki beforehand. unfortunately, i didn't actually get to start the story until much later, but that was just me being a lazy bum. i was hangin' out on Discord and stuff, talking about how excited i was for what was to come. we all know what happened, but at the time, being able to go back to the world i once knew with Luneth was a big deal for me. it's like i was going back to the beginning. And fear not, peeps! i've been working on Unchained for quite awhile. you'd be surprised how much i've worked on it with Gao. ^w^ May: Bits n' Bytes Ultima Vocal Collection Oh yeah, i did a birthday gift for Fire too! just so you know, i do still wanna make OSTs for my other Digimon adventures, but without my tablet i can't really do them right now. this month was pretty alright if i remember. making new friends and strengthening bonds with old friends. things were pretty fun in the sun cuz y'know......summer was coming. June: Connection Flow in Ice and Snow AWWW YEEEAAAAH, LET'S KICK IT!!! *Another Way by Girugamesh plays at full blast* (if .Com had a vocal OST, that would be opening.....3 if i remember the list i made. would've been the final opening i think. it's been awhile since i looked at the files.) Now that .Com finally began, i was on the hype train to the sun as i feverishly worked hard on my .Com stuff. this poster was one of my proudest works this year tbh. i promised i would make something great outta this story. this would be the closure that Luneth and Vivi so desperately needed, and Yuki and Arcus would be the ones to save them and close their book for good. not only that, but i was also graduating high school. after throwing my cap in the air, i said my heartfelt goodbyes to all the friends i've known since elementary and middle school including the close friends in my AP Art Squad. Team AP Art Will Never be Apart! honestly, things couldn't be any more exciting for me. Gee, it would be a shame if something were to happen that would trigger a chain of events that would divide my friends forever and send me down a spiraling pain train to the void known as crippling depression. July: DigiJuly Day 5: V-Mon (Vivi) This drawing was done to commemorate three years of adventures with Luneth and Vivi. this was during DigiJuly, when i was doing Digimon doodles nonstop for the duration of the month. What was once a hype train became a train wreck once July came around. things were ok until DTJ burned down in a raging fire and that set the stage for the rest of the year. i literally wouldn't be able to overcome any of this until November or so. i don't wanna dwell on it anymore since i'd be sounding like a broken record at this point. August: D3P: D-Sona 3 Portable Not a lot of art this month either. can you believe that? XD Hoo boy. August. need i say anything more about this month? we thought things settled down after DTJ shut down, but something was amiss.... This was the month that it happened. the climax of the story best left untold....even though i told it a hundred times already. >_>' Outside of the incident, time was running short for our stay at our current home and we were thinking of our next move. i began to worry about college as steep student debt caused us to have a change of plans on where to go. i was beginning to doubt if i even had a future to believe in. i was running out of options, and i was running out of hope. And trust me, it only gets worse from here. September: The Next Generation After awhile, things were still going on outside my realm of knowledge. it only made me feel worse seeing everything transpire long after the initial conflict. with this stigma hanging over me, i finally decided to pack my bags and leave the Digimon group era of my artist life. it was a pretty sour note to end it on, but let's be real here, there was no way i could wait any longer for things to get better. granted, my birthday was awesome, and i couldn't thank everyone enough for coming together to try to bring my spirit back. unfortunately, my bout with depression was just beginning. it was so bad, i pretty much stopped taking care of myself, which would lead to a few days ago when i'd end up with one less tooth in my mouth. i swear i won't let it get that bad again. With everything plummeting down to the dark abyss, i said goodbye to the life i once knew. from here on, things were about to change. i wasn't gonna end here. not now. October: Howling in the Shadows From this month forth, my family had no idea where we were going. the beginning of the tale of the borderline homeless that still continues to this day. Packing away my computer and drawing tablet for what feels like an eternity, i was moving out of my current home that we rented for the duration of my senior year and into grandma's house......in a raging storm. i'm not kidding. the rain was so bad that when we got there, our clothes were completely soaked and we couldn't even see 5 feet ahead of us outside that night. i knew immediately that it was some sort of ill omen for what was to transpire in the coming months. in fact, i even had dreams of the aftermath of what might happen. Now that i was stripped of my digital art abilities, i had to think of something else to do. so, i decided to dedicate myself to going back to traditional art. Boy, did i have fun. November: Return to the Realm of Sleep Now, this was the only thing i was able to crank out in November. BUT, that doesn't mean i didn't draw. i drew stuff, but nothing noteworthy enough to upload here. i'm gonna tell it to you straight now. Arcus will return. With my mental health still kicking me in the butt (it hit me so hard i had a panic attack one day.), i wasn't really motivated to draw much. in fact, i even hid myself away from the internet for quite awhile. without my friends or my sense of purpose, i felt like i had nothing and i was pretty under the weather for a majority of this month. that being said, i snapped myself out of it by force. it was stupid that i still felt the way i did months after what happened. sure, it was horrible, and i wish i could forget everything. but i can't stay stuck in the past. And so, i picked up my colored pencils and other such tools, and began my journey to recovery. December: Lexicon (Lex) and A Sacrifice for the Wind I got the hang of drawing traditionally pretty quickly. throughout the month, i was on fire, drawing masterstroke after masterstroke. (at least, in my opinion. XD) Making my new home in the mobile communities of Amino, it was a nice change of pace from the big screen of my computer. i made a bunch of new friends (to the staff of the Aminos i'm in and the rest of the crew in our Digimon Discord server, you guys are the best and thank you for healing the pain of yesteryear!) and had a grand old time making new OCs, Lex being one of them. i honestly luv Appmon and i wish we got more, but i'm content with what we got tbh. it'll live on in Seikatsu and his friends. be ready to see them once again in the near future! And so, in the wake of destruction as the world continues to change around me, i chopped off my signature anime emo locks, revamped my wardrobe and set my sights toward the future. Nowadays, i've completely moved on from the pain, but that doesn't change the fact that it still happened. overall, 2017 was a complete pile of poopoo garbage and i'm glad the nightmare is finally over. Even if i can't completely write it off as bad, there's just way too many negatives that weigh down the rest of the year for me personally. it's March now and things are pretty hectic, but i've got newfound courage and i know this year will be better than the last. time for me to get back up and charge forth to a better tomorrow!

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tancong · 7 years

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A Piece of Me (Chapter 3)

Square One

Once she woke up, Angela went to work. She first inspected the clipboard, her hair now flowing behind her freely since the band had slipped off during her rest. The thought made her frown a bit as she tied it back, not wanting to let it fall over her eyes while she worked, no matter that she was simply sitting there and reading at most.

After all, it had been quite secure when she woke up. Though she did not recall the condition of her hair when she had fallen, she figured that if she was operating on the field with her Valkyrie suit she would most likely have had her semi-pale blonde hair tied up with her usual silver ring-shaped band.

On the table close to her where the flowers laid in a neat vase, she soon spotted the band resting near her work tablet. Her Valkyrie suit was not there though, a fact that didn’t surprise her. It does make sense considering that it was a hospital after all. While the suit did not come with combat functions, it was still a combat armor meant for fieldwork. It was best to not bring it here. Something also told her that it needed repairs.

The thoughts of repairs brought her thoughts back to the cyborg that had left the room. If he had been on the same field as her, did he sustain damage to his suit as well? She had not noticed any sort of deep wound, though perhaps that was due to the haziness of her waking up. Regardless, why did he not remove his armor?

Angela set the clipboard back to its place hanging near the head of her bed once more, finding no new or interesting information despite her more extensive knowledge about medical reports. It was nothing that Genji had not told her, which included things on the clipboard that had not been easily deciphered due to its technical terms.

Then again, that did not surprise her. He was supposedly there when she had fallen after all. He probably saw firsthand the exact extent of the damage that she had taken. The rest … we, l it was probably explained to him by the doctor probably. Beyond that, she did not know how he could have deciphered such information. Unless he was a doctor or watched one work extensively she supposed. Though that sounded a bit unlikely considering that he was a combatant.

This train of thinking brought her mind back to the cyborg who she has no memory of once more, compelling Angela to reach for the tablet that laid on the table by her bedside. She felt fine even when she had to reach a bit, making her feel glad that she felt healthy at least. By her self-diagnosis, she could probably leave by the next day if nothing strange occurs by then. As to her apparent memory loss, there really wasn’t anything that could be done, unfortunately.

She knew of this problem that happened with head injuries and trauma at times, though never finding an answer for it. It came down to simply luck in the end which determined what would be lost. For her, she lost memory for one person. On one hand, it seemed like a small price to pay for being alive compared to the potential of forgetting everything completely.

On the other, she felt a pit in her stomach that made her want to puke, as if she were falling down an endless dark well full of misery, despair, and hopelessness where she did not know what was right and there was no one there for her.

The tablet’s screen lit to life, displaying her lock screen and requesting her passcode input. She smiled gently, looking at the photo that she had on the screen. It was a picture dating back to when they had all been working together, back when things had been peaceful and they had been working together as an unstoppable task force for the sake of the world.

She could remember all their names until this day; Jack, Gabriel, Reinhardt, Torbjorn, Winston, Lena, Ana, and Jesse were all in the commemorative photo that they had taken on the day of their Winston’s graduation from the academy. They were more than patients in the medic bay needing medical attention. They were more than just comrades who fought by her side on the most treacherous of battlefields.

Her eyes went over each face, recalling their name and her memory of them with a gentle smile on her lips. When she got to a figure who stood tall in the near distance from herself, a frown came onto her face. It was the confident figure of a cyborg man, the very same figure who had been by her bedside while she had been unconscious for all that time.

In the photo, she could not tell his emotions, unlike when he had been sitting next to her bed. To think that she could not remember him, not a single moment in all those years that Overwatch had been active and not a single one from after it went away. Her head ached a little, her chest tightening a bit as Angela pursed her lips, struggling and becoming increasingly frustrated as she could not.

She took a deep breath, her fist clenched, before closing her eyes and looking at the still figure on her lock screen with a sad expression on her face. She hated the fact that she could not recall him, not for anything that he has done for her.

Angela slapped her cheeks with both palms, leaving a small red mark on her otherwise velvety skin. The tablet was unlocked with a simple 7 digits passcode, allowing her access to all the medical documents that she had attained over the years. She shifted through them quickly with the search function, swiftly finding the file she was looking for.

“Genji Shimada, Male, 24 Years Old”

The soft pillow found itself in use once more as it was matted with bright blonde hair, its owner head laying down on the fluffy surface once more as it was brought up against the headboard and wall pressing up against it.

Angela took one glance at the display at the top right corner of the tablet, noting the digits that displayed 7 PM in a gentle white glow. She leaned back with a soft sigh as she mentally prepared herself for the reading that may span through dinner and into the night, settling into her bed reading mode as her body relaxed. Her arms and hands were the only things active in holding up the tablet and scrolling through the lengthy reports on everything that she had once recorded down about the young Shimada, her eyes perusing and soaking in every last word of detail that related in his file, as she did with every other patient.

Even if it wasn’t a personal diary, it’s a start to knowing the man once more. Just as she had once learned about him when she had first met him. She briefly wondered where he was at that moment, finding herself worrying over his emotional state. However, she brushed the thought out of her mind.

Even if she knew that there was nothing she could do right now that could possibly hope to help him in any way. Her presence might simply do more harm if she remained as clueless about the man as she had been when she had first woken up. To him, her visage was one that undoubtedly held many memories in his mind. It would be hard for anyone to be like so and to know that the other person no longer holds the same memories. Or any, for that matter.

For now, she only wished that he would be safe and that he would be ok. He was a strong and capable man, that she was sure of. He had held his posture and voice steady even after she had told him that she did not remember him, playing along and pretending as if he did not know her even while he was obviously hurting. It was a debt that she wanted to pay him back dearly, to return his kindness and strange desire to protect her from the guilt she was feeling now upon waking up.

However, she could not do that until she understood the situation and regained her memories about him first. No matter basic and no matter how old the information may be, they are all memories that had once colored him in her mind. For now, she could only do this until she can leave the hospital. While it was frustrating, she had to start somewhere.

Even if it meant returning to Square One.

To Be Continued

Chapter 1: Alive Chapter 1.5: Journal Entry 1 Chapter 2: Lost Chapter 2.5: Journal Entry 2

Chapter 3.5: Journal Entry 3 To Be Continued

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