Turns out, all of my work has been exporting desaturated due to a setting in Clip Studio. All of it. for the past three or four years.

Greaaattttt

catching up on all the shit ive forgotten to upload here whoops

if you guys want it its the same as my name here! I am so so so tired....

Hey so, update. Blood Money is something I'm really, really proud of, and something that I do fully intend to keep working on. However, it's been two years. two years of just this non-stop, as many hyperfixations like to be. Nonstop, that is. Truthfully, my life derailed HARD around mid October and hasn't gotten back on track. My brain diverged too, and well...hyperfixations also tend to chance. I don't still have a crush on Shadow the Hedgehog(that I'll admit) that i used to when I was 7(?), or be super into Hetalia or Don't Hug Me I'm Scared, or Happy Tree Friends- can you tell I was a well adjusted child? Anyway, point is, my brain has taken a hike somewhere else. I guess getting robbed twice, breaking up with my fiancé of 7 years and dealing with YEARS of therapy (that I'm sure you realized I needed after chapter 2 tbh) sort of kicked it straight off of the bandwagon. But honestly, I think that's a good thing? Stagnation is how you get mosquitos and that's the last thing my brain needs, though I still sometimes wonder if trepanation is still a valid option for the shit my brain puts me through sometimes. Off track, I've really gotten into like two other things right now (but mostly Dialtown if I'm being real with you. That game slaps. Go play it.)

ANYWAY, what I'm trying to say is that I really appreciate all of you. This isn't something I'd ever thought I'd be capable of doing; making something that people actually LIKED. And I want to specify that I'm not chucking this into the garbage or anything. My mom and I are still editing it, just...I don't think I'll be actively updating chapters for awhile. The next arc is still planned, it'll be great I'm sure! Hell, i have Stoic's tattoo on my arm, I am NOT abandoning this story. Also my mom is involved and she has promised me she will not LET me abandon this story. Rambling again; point is...I'm taking a break. Mentally I'm licking my wounds and I need to focus on something else for awhile. Promise City will return, and hopefully with some new ideas rattling around my dumb empty skull! But I figured it would be unfair to leave you all hanging. Hell, I even have a google doc to upload to here just in case I die so I can let everyone know what happened; I hate abandoning stuff THAT MUCH. But i'm not dead. Just very, very tired. But thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for enjoying my story. Thank you for liking my art. thank you for showing me that I can do this. For now, I'll probably upload shitposts and possibly actually draw FANART, maybe, or maybe some of my other OCs. I'll try not to go silent.

But thank you. Thank you so much.

Goodnight Promise City, goodnight. I'll see you all when I feel better. 

would you guys wanna see those

I promise I'm working on it I'm battling depression and carpel tunnel lol

Chapter 60 is out if you wanna read about a bank heist gone wrong. I would say its a comedy but I have no idea what is and isnt funny. Either way I hope you like it!

I managed to get two more chapters done after doing absolutely fuck all the past few months, but I feel like ill never be able to go back to when I first started this project and was having so much fun with it, constantly coming up with new ideas and growing and expanding things. Now it's just something that always buzzes in the background of my mind even though i'd really like to focus on it. in a time of extreme stress (I.e undiagnosed heart condition), my brain is taking away everything that makes me happy just because it can.

it feels like im looking up at everything from underwater

...i miss them. i miss having them in my head.

I broke up with my fiance of seven years. its been really really hard on me so, i'm sorry if art comes out slow and is messy. im a bit of a wreck. i just wanted to tell someone.

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