I just found a sketch I drew back in 2009 and went “holy shit I designed the same glasses five years early” …then decided to redraw it now because it’s embarrassingly ugly LOL.
The sketch I drew was… something like “I wish Adachi had joined the Investigation Team, and got his own glasses, and had a summer outfit”. How much fun that would be… he’d help you come up with excuses to tell Dojima-san, get security off your back at Junes…
;_; Adachi fan life is suffering, it took f i v e years for them to give us anything. We wandered through the deserts for the land of milk and honey, THE HONEY HAS BEES IN IT AND THE MILK IS SPOILED but we feast upon it anyways until we’re sick to our stomach, eyes full of tears, still eager for more.
also hashtag persona 4 fanartist problems: getting your eyes seared off by saturated yellow backgrounds, fuck
Magatsu Inaba. An average first world town, with average little asphalt streets. What is not average is the blood red sky crawling with black ropes of shadow, the bright yellow tape that warns all of the the unknown violence that has bent the street signs into awkward angles and cracked the pavements of every road apart. Ironically, those who see these warnings have come too far to truly heed them.
There’s a thick yellow fog here that weighs heavily on the chest, squeezing the secrets from lungs. The pressure is nauseating. Not many can stand its effects for longer than a few hours, but some have survived several days, even weeks here.
So how long has this man been here, wandering amongst the crumbling ruins, muttering his secrets to the emptiness? He holds a gun carelessly in his right hand, but the real weapon is in the other: the throbbing skull he’s curved his left fingers around.
Not much of a king. His robes are merely a rumpled salaryman’s suit, his crown amounts to a furrowed brow and white fingers laced through his unkempt hair.
But he is a king. The only king such a broken world could know. There may have once been a magnificent city here… but some great catastrophe, or simply one tiny mistake, has crippled the foundations beyond repair.
It would be laughable to call him this world’s protector. There is nothing left to protect. He and this world are crumbling into the darkness, and both aim to take anyone they can with them.
"There are moments when one has to choose between living one’s own life, fully, entirely, completely— or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands."
Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere’s Fan
Day 3: Favorite NPC Social Link
Like all of my other favorite characters, I thought I’d hate her but oops. ._. I have a thing for ex-fats who overcompensate and become bitchy queens. (Like Aiko Muto…)
Thought I’d spend a little more time on this one since the last one was so messy…
Day 1: Favorite Character(s)
Maybe I’ll finish this later… have some afterthought colors and textures lol.
I kept getting new favorites as the game went on. I actually started playing pretty much just to hit on Dojima, then the gender role confusion couple were my waifus, until Adachi stole the show at the very end. Most people probably know me as an Adachi fan, but Kanji is a really, really close second. It’s kind of hard to put them in a simple linear rank really.
Fun fact: I actually thought Adachi was a worthless pile of shit until the very end. …and then I guess he was still a worthless pile of shit, but uh, I actually liked him? LOL. Before that I was just like “why is this idiot here stop wasting my time” whenever he showed up lmfao.
I’m pretty sure the exact moment Adachi started ruining my life was when Dojima sent him a stretcher. Oh man, you never learn.
Another quick stress relief doodle. This is my original character Olivia Greene. She’s a cranky little tomboy.
Finished this up, with lots of help from Hans. (I actually did 90% of the work back in December, but just now finished it. Derp.)
Grenadine is my original character. She likes the color pink and carries around a chainsaw for mysterious reasons.
#kanji is my queen
Persona 4 is a ground-breaking criticism of the negative effect the media has on society; set in our familiar modern day world where people themselves are increasingly commoditized as entertainment news, the protagonists are forced to grow up all too fast when gossip doesn’t just threaten their psyche, but their very lives…
(I apparently drew this in 2009 to practice muscles.)
Right after I finished the Will Graham sketch I suddenly got extremely dizzy and disoriented. It persisted for hours and it was hard to even sit up straight so I decided to see a doctor this morning about it.