Scissors - Blog Posts

2day i was digging up my pictures and found my old dorohedoro sorcerer oc! so i redrew her! she's a sorcerer that runs a barbershop in the sorcerors world, which calls in a lot of shady people unfortunately. anyone whos gone with any intentions of getting a free haircut is promptly killed, and i'd like to think she was a former hitman. has a duplicate barbershop in the hole that she runs, which is run by her partner. who knows what they may be like, though..? maybe she has a cool nickname like, "The wolf of Zagan City", or something?

I’m doing all the stationary bosses gijinka forms, starting with her ✂ She’s just itching to cut up her next victim :)

I’ll add colors once I’ve got the outlines done of them all 

What's the singular for scissors?

Cuz it's like. I have scissors, there's scissors over there, I need a pair of scissors, can you get me the bucket of scissors etc.

Is it scissor, scissy-... Wait... Hold on... Oh.

Ex: can you get me the scissor bucket.

Nevermind. I'm just stupid.

The reason why the floors aren't covered in paper organs is because bro finally had their floors cleaned aka I don't want to draw it 😁😁😁

chat i think i just hit the forgotten stationary jackpot

look at all that delicious

Yes! I'm surprised more people aren't commenting about this scene. Like I almost think she wanted to kill him just for being a Lannister. Maybe theyll end up traveling together after figuring out who gets to kill Cersei lol Arya always interesting traveling partners

I’m laughing because if Arya was trying to get Jaime interested in her to get him alone to kill him, she would literally have to kill Cersei and take her face to do that. Otherwise she’s better off walking up to him and trying to kill him.

Total Crop Out

A lot of people would not like my life. I get it. I mean when your entire world is basically 4 x 6 and you're frozen to the spot, stuck in a continuous moment of "action", it can get pretty tedious. But see, I don't view it like that. I prefer to think I have a smile on my face forever. Stuck in a moment of happiness, my arm around the person I assume my real life counterpart is involved with. Well that may be way off the mark. Once the picture was taken, my whole universe cooled into existence, but I'm the reflection of what I hope is a happy memory. I see my picture-mates real life counterpart hovering in the sky every so often. She owns us. Her hands are soft and she takes care of our reality. Minimum bending. Now the real person I represent isn't much to look at, so I share that burden but who do I have to impress? I got my version of a gal right beside me. Although...she can be a bit much at times. Manic Pixel Girl. You know the type.  As a life though this is limited but rewarding. Sure it has its other problems. Being on the other side of the gloss can be uncomfortable and those photo albums are dusty and full of bugs. And if you're framed, there's an awful glare that bounces back at you. It's also like one gigantic contact lens hitting your eyes at all times. It makes me squirm. At least I don't have those red eyes some of my friends got though. It's funny, a whole underground scene has popped up about that, because those afflicted have tried to spin it in their favour. "Hey baby, it's not red eye...we call it "Lens Flair" and I got it!"  Ha! Good luck with that. It's a little strange knowing I have a digital twin who has probably been copied a million times by now. That day was odd. Like going to the dentist if I knew what that was like. I may have an eternal smile but it's thankfully a toothless one! But yeah, the Day of the Scanner. It was very invasive and to be digitally reproduced like that was unnerving to say the least. If that's the only way for us to have offspring, count me out. So yeah all is pretty goo...Wait a second. I see something strange in the sky of the photograph, a silver streak moving across it. It is coming in at an unusual angle and the whole world seems to be bending to accommodate this strange device. It suddenly has a sibling, another stretch of gleaming silver. They have now come incredibly close to each other and appear to be...kissing? Maybe sibling is the wrong word and these two are...lovers?  I don't know what's happening but the backdrop, my home for the last few years is falling away. I'm being plucked out of everything I've ever known. I still smile because I can't do anything else. I want to shut my eyes but I wasn't a blinking shot.  If a photograph could bleed I would be now as I've just lost my arm, most of it staying behind, as it remains awkwardly wrapped around my co-star. She whispers a heartfelt goodbye and as much as I'm in pain I can't help but feel even worse for her. She now has a wound in her entire world and she's stuck there beside an abyss where I once was. The way I see it, I have no idea where I'm going to end up, the slums of a scrapbook, the gallery of a notice board, the grim black of a bin or bag, exiled and torn, a two dimensional reject left to crumple. Maybe worse, it could be the flames of perdition through an ordinary fireplace. Cool wood. I am flat down on a desk. **************************************************************************************************

So this is it. I have been assigned my new position. The face who most often looked at me from the heavens, smiling, is now some distance away but I can still make her out but only as a silhouette. She laughs sometimes, when the darts hit a certain part of my anatomy, a point below my belt. She always gets one right in my forehead as well. She has impeccable aim, no doubt spurred on by anger. The first dart is usually off target and hits the spartan white wall I now call home. Staring across its vast never-ending plain offers two things, the hint of escape and the certainty of how futile that would be. Traversing the white would be impossible and besides I am pinned here at the sides.

People say things are gone in a flash. That's where it began for me. All I can do is wait for the onset of stains and the approach of natural fading. I've heard that on some days, in a certain light, it looks a little like Sepia. Well, I always wanted to be so rich.