Hi everyone! I’ve recently updates and enabled a lot of the art prints in my Society6 shop. S6 has made more items available for print so I’ve enabled and updated a lot of my best sellers there. Let me know if I missed a print you wanted and I will make it available.
-You’re finally here! She exclaimed. Hurry, follow me.
He followed her down the corridor, the place looked renovated now. “I’ve never had consecutive dreams in the same location before.” He thought to himself and he could still remember his old real life. This was pretty new; his new-found skill was only a few months old.
– Please wait here, someone will call you in. Said the woman in white.
She looked familiar to him. “I’ve seen her before”. He sat down in an old ornate wooden and padded chair next to the door she went though. The whole location was beautiful and reminded him of palaces and museum he visited in west Europe. There wasn’t this much wealth in his country. Or maybe the place looked like some video games he played. In the end, he decided it was a mix of the two.
He thought back, ever since the first attack he started dreaming more and more that he was attacked, but the worst were the ones that he could not distinguish dream from reality, the ones that took place in his bedroom and he could not move.
But this seemed like one of the nice dreams, he enjoyed being an explorer and adventurer, reminded him of his favorite game, Y.A.N.A. online. He couldn’t remember the full name, some memories it seems he no longer had access to in his dreams. He tried to see what else he couldn’t remember.
– My guild members are: Ondrej_ty founder, SeaBacon elder, SpunkyMonkey, f010 …uhhh… Gods! That kid has a horrible ID, must be Chinese…they have wacky names with numbers.
The door opened and she called to him. “You can come in now.”
About seven men were sitting at a long table in front of him and it was reminiscent of a university club he applied for many years ago. Their smug faces pissed him off.
The woman is white spoke for him and they made plan for his travel and mission, and he just stood there as decoration. Eventually he managed to wake up.
– Phaaah! He exhaled while lying in his bed.
“It’s my dream damn it! I should be able to conger up a flame thrower and set their smug little asses on fire. What’s the point of having a lucid dream if I can’t control it?!
Well … at least I’m no longer afraid when I get chased and get I away most times. It’s actually getting fun to explore all the tunnels and strange cities.”
He closed his eyes hoping to return to one of the post-apocalyptic cities he dreamt of. As his mind drifted into sleep, he tried to visualize all the overlapping highways and lush vegetation and the subway station that took him to the city. “Maybe I can enter though there.” He whispered to himself.
He managed to return to sleep and it was pitch black. He could only feel his thoughts and himself. So, he turned around to look for something, anything, and saw a lit lamppost in the distance. He walked to it and as he came closer to he saw there was a woman right at the edge of the light.
As he stepped into the light to come close enough to see her facial features she raised her left arm and pointed over the rim of the ornate stone bridge they were on. He turned to look and could see nothing so he stepped closer to the edge, in-between two of the lion statues adorning the bridge and he could be hear a faint rumbling of engines far away. By the time he touched the cement railing the engines could be heard right under him and a swarm of motorcycles gushed forth like a river of fireflies. He raised his head to see where they were going but they just slipped and disappeared into the city skyline as water seeps into cracked earth.
He turned his head to look at the shadowed woman for answers to the meaning of what he was shown but she was already walking away. He pursued, but she dissolved into the darkness and he could only hear her footsteps on the cobble stones. He persisted in following until he could no longer hear her. And then he reached the end of the bridge and saw her glide in and out of another lamppost light across the street.
She moved as fast as a cat and seemingly much faster when walking in the dark than when she walked in the light of the sparsely spaced lampposts. Her tight black leather clothes made him think she did resemble a cat.
As he tried to cross the street he tripped on the metal railway of the city’s trolley system and then he felt the ground shake as if a tram was coming toward him, but he could not see any and so he panicked.
He woke up, and he felt as though an echo of tremor had followed him into the real world.
The air was stale and he couldn’t breathe so he got up and opened a window to gaze upon his city. It was white, slightly sprinkled with snow. “It will not last long.” He thought and remembered how much more beautiful things look in video games and movies and that the beauty is eternal.
Later that day, at work, he found out there was an earth quake, near his city, at Донецк.
He opened his eyes, but it was so dark he couldn’t see anything. He was lying in bed and he could hear something moving in the dark.
“A break-in!” He first thought. But he had nothing worth stealing. He listened carefully for any sound and could hear footsteps and claw scratches as if a dog was walking on his linoleum floor.
The creature stepped on his bed; he could feel its weight shifting from one leg to another. He couldn’t turn his head to see it, only his eyes. And then it stepped into his field of vision, eyes like scorching coal lighting its skull.
Before he could get a good look at the creature it sank its teeth around his neck. Warm blood was gushing out as he struggled to regain sense of his limp body. The pain took his breath away.
He couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore and just as the pain began to dull and a feeling of sleepiness started to take hold his left arm finally did what he had been desperately trying to make it do. He hit the creature over the head and it dissolved into a thick smoke.
Scared, he scrambled out of bed quickly and ran into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and waited while holding his neck.
Nothing came; no sound was audible so he looked in the mirror hastily. No bite marks were visible so he took his shirt off and again no trace of any lesions. He touched his neck again and it hurt.
After some cold water on his face he felt more lucid. “What’s happening?” He asked himself. He seemed to be alone in the apartment so he grabbed his mop, for protection, from behind the washing machine and slowly began to turn on the lights in every room all the while looking for what it attacked him.
It was a quarter past 3 in the morning. He’ll have to go to work soon. He can’t go back to sleep, his heart is still racing, the adrenaline still in his veins. “I haven’t felt like this since I almost got hit by a bus.” He looked at his hands and they were still trembling a bit, so he put a kettle on the stove for tea. “This will calm me down.” He thought.
He decided to do an internet search for what happened. After all who could he call at this time of day? “SeaBacon may be online; it’s 1 o’clock in Britain.” But he was not.
His desk was facing the wall so he pulled it and moved his chair so his back would be against the wall. He couldn’t bear to sit in his bed again, he still felt scared. He knew it was silly but he figured nobody could see him anyway. He opened his laptop and started to search all the while he peeked over it to check the room.
“Sleep paralysis. Looks like it.” He concluded after consulting Wikis and WebMD pages. “But it seemed so real.” He couldn’t shake the feeling of fear off. “ Lucid dreaming … nightmare.” He mumbled. “Causes … include stress. Yeah, well … who isn’t stressed?”. His body felt cold after the adrenaline wore off but the feeling of fear persisted in his gut and he started to feel annoyed he couldn’t shake it off. It was as if he didn’t have control over his body which only increased his overall feeling of anxiety.
Hope you are having a lovely summer. We had some floods were I am and it’s pretty cold now and I know some of you are deign of the heat wave and exams and jobs and so on but we’re still holding the #ColorMeCollab \(^o^)/ to hopefully brighten your day and give you something relaxing to do.
This round is one me. I made this illustration for a fan of mine, she won the artwork in one of my #HisameOCL art giveaway events. And I’m currently at 2 Facebook likes or 14 Youtube subs away from starting a new Hisame Original Character Lottery. You can go and bump up the numbers if you want to speed up the event start, if you haven’t liked or subscribed already. (~_^)
And you can join our Facebook group to take part in the event or just check out how we colored the linearts. There really aren’t any rules to this, just fun! And anyone can join.
He walked the dirt path toward the mansion. A big and old, brick and concrete building stood between large mounds of soil as rusty leaves flew from the nearby trees only to be crushed by his feet. They cracked under his weight.
The whole building was decorated with ornate shapes and small statues. “What beautiful things we can make out of poured stone.”He thought to himself while climbing the concrete stairs up to the mezzanine.
A feeling of familiarity guided him to his room, for otherwise the building was void of life. He went to lie down on his bed. A cool breeze passed between the open balcony door and hallway door as sleep seemed to take a hold of him.
As he closed his eyes a red fox plunged its teeth into his throat. Panic took hold of him as he struggled to break free. He could see only red fur and feel his neck constrained, unable to breathe. He punched it and it relented, letting go of his neck. It then quickly ran out the balcony door.
He touched his neck expecting to feel blood but found none. After taking a deep breath he noticed a little fluffy white fox in the balcony doorway. Scared he looked around for something to defend himself with and noticed a broom next his bed. The white fox also ran out the door so he pursued. There was no one on the mezzanine balcony, only dead leaves and pieces of the crumbling building.
It was autumn and he wondered why he didn’t notice before. The dirt road he came on emerged from a bamboo forest and he realized what a beautiful autumn forest surrounded them. Rusty red and golden yellow deciduous trees were surrounding the jade green bamboo.
His eyes followed the road to him and he saw a black fox bellow his balcony. It had ember eyes and was looking straight at him. He clenched his broom handle expecting more problems, but it just stood up on its hind legs and walked away.
“I’m dreaming!” he exclaimed. “Oh!” he exhaled relieved. His fears began to subside and he woke up.
He felt his face with his hand and then checked his throat again. He could feel his body much better now, his sense of smell was better too. “My senses are dulled but my fears are so much greater.” He thought to himself. “That is how I know it’s a dream.”
It was a hot and sweaty summer day, but at least it was weekend. He can play some videogames and Y.A.N.A. online just released a new story line.
So as the month of May comes to an end here are some of the awesome things we did so far and we have plenty more planned for June!
I published my “How Ernest met Coraline” comic on Itch. You can download the .pdf from there. I’ve included some world lore and coloring pages for you.
Itch also has a donate button if you want to support my work. Any help is much appreciated. For more more substantial donations you can use Patreon to also claim rewards like merchandise and custom art.
You can join our Facebook group: Hisame Artwork Event Center for schedule and application. Anyone can join as streaming artists long as they have internet and can draw. If you just want to be a spectator here is the live stream link, we will be taking requests from the audience like last times.
We also did our first #HisameBookWeek in our Facebook group. It was a week in which we did:
– Self publishing tips & tricks
– Writing and drawing tutorials
– Publisher reviews
– Promos for indies
– Fan recommendations
This time around we featured Britney Mizumi‘s comic and more comics will be featured in next events. Anyone can submit, just keep it family friendly and mark it as NSFW if it is adult.
Click on the image to go to her comic.
Thanks for reading and take care!
It’s been a busy time for me, I haven’t had the time to do a vlog like I promised, sorry. Still I know some of you wanted to keep in touch and since we all have our lives, it’s difficult. Kids, health problems, family problems, miscellaneous problems. In the end I wanted to thank all you you who have helped me and continue to help me. I know some of you can’t anymore, hope you get well soon and see better days. Hugz!
For those that want to stay in the loop but have only 3min to read things here is the summary:
- Niels Feynman comics is now being translated to Spanish (see translator Alexy) and Chinese (see translator Adrian), I know some of you were really happy about this as you can test your skills in these languages you are studying. Glad it’s of help and I’m looking forward to expanding my audience.
- I think I found a programmer for my Ernest origin story RPG, but for now we’re doing a smaller game to improve our game developing muscles and after that we’ll see if we can do the RPG.
- I uploaded some new prints in my Society6 shop.
- I got some nice art events going in my Facebook group: Hisame Artwork Event Center, I definitely recommend checking those out!
- And last but not least I’ve opened a shop on Itch.io and uploaded some freebies there. I will continue to upload some more stuff there as well as the games when they are done. I think it’s easier to find my stuff there than on Patreon. Let me know which format you prefer. I prefer using Patreon because it’s easier for me to keep track and give you your rewards when donating. You can donate to me on Itch just like on Twitch.
Wish you a happy Easter, hugs!
Jun Fender said it very well so I’m giving you part of the article:
“Some former Tsu users might remember the event called “Color Me Collab”, started by GnaGna Onni , and now on facebook hosted by Hisame Artwork in a facebook group called Hisame Artwork Event Center. If you wanna take part, you can join whenever you want! But…what is about? The CMC it’s about collaboration between artists…for fun! Who wants, can post one lineart, so people can color it in their own personal style, so much fun to see how the artworks turn out!
So…the event started today, and this is the first lineart by Hisame (next will be mine).”
And if you make a video about how you colored it you can ad it to our playlist for posterity:
If you want to see the older submissions and videos go check out our album:
Hi everyone! A new vlog is ready and in this episode I talk about the event we had yesterday, our fist QuickDrawCollab which was very fun and I’m glad people enjoyed it so much .
I also continued with the format of having a review, a artist spotlight and I answered a question that many people have asked me during me weekly live stream.
If you want to view the recorded QuickDrawCollab click play bellow:
Thanks for watching and if you have anymore questions join our group on Facebook for more information: