Mystic Syn

Alright. Feeling better today. I mean, not by much, but yeah lol. This ain’t a sketch, but I don’t wanna make a whole new thread dedicated to other drawings I make, so Ima just put it in here.

I am fairly sure there won’t be any sketches made on the bus for the rest of the week, and no, I didn’t do one today for two reasons. 1) I wasn’t feeling it today And 2) I wasn’t feeling it because of some stuff that happened at home

“‘She’ is the person I work for,” she said, without explaining it further.

She held her grip, scanning Kleisha’s eyes. Her father’s voice begged her to fight back, to show who was the one that was really in charge; her mother’s voice, however, reminded her that she needed information. Together, the voices drowned out her own. Suwh and Katyn fought for which one she’ll listen to, but not enough to induce a headache. It was normal to have their voices fight over what actions she’ll pull, and the one celebrated when she followed their directions; her parents in real life, though, always found something she was bad at and punished her for it. It was fair for them to do, since she messed up all the time and never met their expectations. Haruh eventually let go of Kleisha’s wrist, stepping back, the traitorous part of her wanting her to pull the trigger, but was suffocated by the other voices. She waved her hand in a dismissal manner. “She wants to know where the Hallowrascals’ Lab is,” she said. “What she wants to do with it is none of my business. She mentioned something about Thread, though…”

Didn’t think that my little comment would make this much of a commotion. I mean, whatever y’all say. I personally don’t see it, but I don’t wanna argue. I could, perhaps, send something over Discord

"Oh, yes yes," Haruh agreed, slowly walking toward Kleisha, making swirling motions with her hands. "They appear in the darkest corners of your mind, coming out of the shadows to make your worst nightmares come true. The nightmares keep you on your toes, making you unable to sleep at night, not without a weapon of sorts. Nightmares, nightmares. They come at the wrong time, and before you know it, you're the one that's trying to either run, give in, or take care of the problem; they're the type of problems that persist, keeping you wide awake. Without sleep. Without a blink. Always tired. Always running." She made it to Kleisha, her grin all but gone. Looking death straight in the eyes, the corner of Haruh's lip twitched upwards. "Overconfidence often leads to weakness. You think I don't deal with that pain? You think I can sleep at night, happily escaping the pains of life?" The smile faded, her expression becoming a blank slate. "Maybe I've cracked, maybe I don't know the difference of who I should execute her will on till after she's told me, or maybe I'm just as normal as the rest of the city. But all I know that if I don't do whatever she wants–" Haruh snatched Kleisha's wrist in a quick motion, holding it tight as she pulled it and the barrel of the pistol to her own forehead without emotion. "–death would be the a mercy." Haruh stared in her eyes for a while, her blank expression never faltering. Her eyes, however, were as dark as the sea: Tossing and turning from being blank or stormy. She kept the stare, daring her silently. It wasn't the worst she's dealt with, that part she hadn't lied on. Deep down, she wanted Kleisha to pull the trigger, so she wouldn't have to; however, Haruh knew that the Arcangelos wouldn't be able to function without her. Her parents always reminded her of that, and they were right. She might not have that big of a role in the gang, but she knew her parents wouldn't be happy. Still... that deep part of her wanted to be free of this. The traitorous part was winning ever so slightly, her mother's voice screaming at her to grow up and just do what she ordered. Haruh, however, didn't let the emotions show, not even with her eyes as she continued to stare her down.

I kinda want to argue, but I don't feel like it and I'll take your word for it.

T’was a lot more wet today than it was yesterday, so I didn’t want to get my drawing wet, but I managed to make something regardless. Day 7 of Sketching

Haruh rose an eyebrow at the woman, smiling slightly when seeing her impatience. She may not be the best in the Arcangelos, far from what her siblings were like and not to mention her parents, but Haruh knew a thing or two about how to grind people's gears. It was something she often did with her parents, and she suffered greatly from it, but when doing it to random people off the streets... There was just something more amusing about it. Something that she couldn't explain, but it made plenty sense to her. "Very correct. Very, hm. The whole drunk thing was something I was playing around with," Haruh admitted, but she still held that grin. "Playing is a fun thing to do every once in a while. You should do it more. Just by looking at you, you've never even had some fun with a guy. Tsk tsk tsk. Despite being at a party like this–" She gestured to the gambling ring and noise outside. "–you have the uncanny ability to be the worst at 'em. Betcha the Tangocattle have a better time than you. Maybe they'd even give me what she wants, 'cause I'm just being myself, which is apparently wrong according to your standards. Wrong wrong wrong." She was unbothered by the threat; in fact, Haruh even rolled her eyes. "You people always resort to guns and ships to get rid of people like me, who is just speaking in the way she'd been raised to by her mum and da. Perfectly normal. Besides, you don't wanna mess with me–" Haruh brought up her fists in a manner that looked wrong in every way possible on purpose, and gave a few false swipes in a random direction. "–they taught me how to defend myself from noodles like you. Noodles? Noodles."

"Yes, her," Haruh confirmed, nodding as if that explained everything. "Wouldn't want to get her angry, no no no. Last time that happened..." she trailed off, looking distant for a second, before shaking herself and grinning. "Well, that's why I'm following her orders to find the Pillowdazzles."

Haruh looked around the room, distracted by the overall ‘newness.’ She’d been here multiple times, and she knew that the other patron––the one where Haruh let the purposely horrible act down for her to see––was catching on to something about her. Haruh wasn’t able to get a good read on her, though she knew that if she didn’t make friends with her fast, things wouldn’t end in the way her mother wanted. Her parents had prepared her for people that could see through the acts she pulled, and all the advice they had given her was this: Keep the act going till you’ve figured them out. When she had first gotten on the job years ago, Haruh had no clue what the buttons they were talking about, but after learning from experience and the punishment she’d received when she hadn’t figured it out. She focused her attention back on the speaker, cocking her head. “My purpose or will is not with the Psychopaddles, no no no,” Haruh said, giving a shake to her head, her brow knitting together. “I only follow her will. If I don’t, bad things, tsk tsk tsk.”

Screw what I think is the imposter syndrome I have, ‘cause I’m still posting this. Day 6 of Sketching

I’ll remember this, Fadran jk

*sigh* I really hate my internet at times. Day 5 of Sketching

Hmm, I think people are trying to tell me that my art is not as bad as I think. Anyways… Day 4 of Sketching

Crossed my legs and gave my sketchbook a more stable surface, also when we stopped at either the stops or the red lights. I had quite the bit of time to sketch/draw it out :pp

Then, I dunno if y’all be happy or not to know that I made a thread to all the sketches I make on the bus :pp

I’m… honestly surprised I managed to talk myself into this. *cough* I mean, heyyyy. I’m back with more stuff to put here. Since Inktober, I’ve been wanted to draw more daily and get those nice, moist creative juices flowing. Drawing is very therapeutic for me, shut up. Anyways, what’s up with the title? Well, almost every day, I take the bus to my college for classes and whatnot, and since it takes about a half an hour to forty minutes to get there, I get bored after seeing the same scenery for a couple months now. One day, I had the wack idea to bring my little sketchbook with me and yes, it’s the same one that has all my Inktober stuff and drew in it. I really didn’t do it during October, because… well, I dunno. And I can’t promise that there will be a daily drawing, because as I said, I don’t take the bus every day, just the days of the week that I have school. I mean, who knows? I might throw in some random sketches to throw you off >:] That’s enough of my rambling, onto the drawings! Day 1 of Sketching Day 2 of Sketching Day 3 of Sketching

We did it, guys and gals and our non-binary pals. Happy Halloween! Day 31: Risk My thoughts and opinions on the past month of drawing? Well, it really helped me relax. Any type of creative thing, especially drawing, helps me to relax. This month, especially these past two weeks has been hard on me and having me busier than ever with very little time to myself; you can tell with certain drawings, as some are more detailed than others. But this centered me and got my creative juices flowing every day, even if it were just for a few minutes. It actually wants me to do a whole thread just dedicated to what drawings I make either in my sketchbook or digitally, just because I like sharing what I did even if most of it is horrible. Will I be doing this in the future? I sure hope so, and I very much want to. I can’t remember why I didn’t want to in the first place, but now I just want to do what I can with that. Anyways, thanks for the journey, and hope to see you next year with another Inktober~

We’re in the endgame now, y’all. All Hallow’s Eve is nearly upon us. Day 30: Slither