Our first anniversary!

Thank you to everyone for a wonderful year!    Thank you for all your support, it means a lot to us and keeps us motivated to continue our story.  Also extra story page coming up tomorrow on Tapas so stay tuned. (~_^)

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Niels Feynman anniversary “Thank you!” page

Bellow you can see the step by step process in making the illustration. Lineart done as always by the talented Jun Fender and coloring done by me, while texts will be translated by my friends, see the partner page here.

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Niels Feynman anniversary page process on Youtube live stream.

Thanks for being with us on this amazing journey! Much love!

Hisame team

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Estranged encounter – glimpse V

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-You’re finally here! She exclaimed. Hurry, follow me.

The place looked renovated now, he noticed as he was following her down the corridor. “I’ve never had consecutive dreams in the same location before.” He thought and he could still remember his old real life. This was pretty new; this 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, he thought, as he sat down in an a wooden chair that was placed next to the door she went though. The old ornate, padded chair felt very soft and comfortable. The whole location was in fact quite 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.

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 or in places he knew very well. But this seemed like one of the nice dreams.

He enjoyed being an explorer and adventurer, it 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 imediatly.

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?!

After a few moments he had calmed down and realized that for some reason when dreaming, his emotions were always stronger and faster then when awake.

– Well … at least I’m no longer afraid. When I get chased and I get away most times. It’s actually getting fun to explore all the tunnels and strange cities.”

So 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 then remembered how much more beautiful things looked in video games and movies, “That beauty is eternal”.

Later that day, at work, he found out there was an earth quake, near his city, at Донецк.

Estranged encounter – glimpse IV

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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.

Estranged encounter – glimpse III

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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.

 

Youtube notification | Friday is #HisameReview

I really like how the notification system works on YouTube. The way the video recommendation system works is in the favor of the creator much more than it is on Facebook, where I’m constantly reminded I have to give them money or no one will see my posts. At least Twitter is more discreet about this. I can follow my favorite content creators much better on YouTube than on other platforms.

And I’ve had many fans complain about how they can’t keep in touch with me on Facebook, Rabadaba, Instagram etc. , because so many platforms are really bad at maintain relationships between people. So I’ve decided to finally do a 5 to 10 minute vlog series to keep people up to date with my events, giveaways and project progress.

Hope you like the format, let me know if have are suggestions for improvement. (^_~)
Take care,
Hisame
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Happy New Year! And good news everyone!

Hi everyone and Happy New Year! Hope you had a good time. As for me several things have happened and I will try to go over some of them.

Firstly Chris Weiher from Watch Me Work will be featuring me for a whole month. For those of that don’t know WMW is a platform where streamer artists gather to show their work, so if you are already streaming on Youtube or Twitch you can also stream there.
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What Chris is trying to do is bring quality content together and if you also make tutorials then be sure to ask for his payed program. If you have 1000 followers already it will definitely help your chances to be picked but it’s not a requirement.

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You can read my comic series here on Tapastic: https://tapastic.com/hisameartwork/series

And another great news is that the tipping system is active now on my Tapastic account! Thank you to all those who have already started to tip me, I’m super happy this system is back, it’s really easy to use and a great way for those short on cash to support their favorite artists.

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If you are also an artists, all you have to do to activate the option to be tiped yourself is, e-mail the staff and ask for it. Be nice and give your account link so they can find you easily and in a few days you should get a reply.

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Aaaand lastly on my list of news this has been a good year for us, of progress and collaboration. I want to give a special thanks to @JunFender for helping me on my comic by doing the lineart and to @Qaryouti for consulting on the Cambridge history and architecture.

And in this year I will do my best to finish what I couldn’t last year.

Take care everyone and Happy New Year!

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Merry Christmas!

Hope you’re all having a good time, I wish you the best and a good time with your loved ones!
I made some illustrations for you, hope you’ll enjoy them.
Read full pages here: https://tapastic.com/hisameartwork/series

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If you want to see how the page was done you can watch here on my YouTube channel:

Take care!

Hugz,

Hisame

 

 

HisameMerch giveaway conclusions

Hi friends! As you may remember from last week Teepublic sponsored my my Black Friday merchandise giveaway. Thank you all for participating, hope you enjoyed it, more giveaway are coming next year so keep your eyes peeled if you want to participate again.

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As a European I can definitely relate to the sucky feeling  of not being eligible for a giveaway from the USA, but I will try to make international giveaways and if have good sales the coming year that will definitely make things easier, so fingers crossed all goes well!

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Jacklyn was kind enough to send us a picture of the shirt she got, and if you’re curious to see the prizes and winners of previous giveaways use my hashtag #HisameOCL on social media to find the posts and pictures.

And thank you again Teepublic for sponsoring my event!

As always I look forward to hearing from you and if you have any questions or suggestions on how I can improve the giveaway events feel free to write in the comment section bellow.

Take care,

Hisame!

 

 

A series of fortunate events | #HisameTBT

The place I’m at in this moment in time is a result of a series of fortunate events.

I am a private and introvert person but as my following grows I thought I’d tell you a bit more about myself and I hope you’ll appreciate my reaching out to you and enjoy this silly post. I always love hearing from my fans and at times I wonder if you know how much I appreciate your support, if I have said it enough times, how many messages and tags I missed, and so on. But those of you who see this posts and have sticked around, here is another thank you and I mean it.  I wish you the best, to me you are awesome!mountain

I don’t really know where to start my story, there are so many things that happened all at once, but I guess one outstanding piece of luck for me was when a bomb fell on the neighbor’s house instead of my grandmother’s, during WWII.  If the wind had blown slightly different that day it would have been that branch of my family who died not the entire neighbor’s family, who were hiding in their basement.

Or another piece of luck was that my grandfather, a decorated veteran, fell in love at first sight with his arranged bride. Out of all the outdated family traditions he went against, this one he didn’t cast in the trash. Together they had a son, and only one, because the rest were miscarriages.

My father was born prematurely and with a heart problem which prevented him from pursuing swimming professionally, so he became an engineer. He has a cousin, now just as old as him, but when he was young,one day, he saw a pretty young lady in the train he was on, and decided to invite her to his birthday party. She accepted and brought to the party her roommate, my mother. Long adventure story there as well.raining-in-the-sea

But now all of these stories are hear say, it’s what I remember from my relatives telling me their memories. I asked my grandfather once to write his life story since he had a particularly eventful one. But he never did, and after he died we found a whole box of medals, even my dad didn’t remember all of them. One was for bravery, and we do remember him telling us about a grenade that took his hearing and left him with some cool scars, other medals and diplomas were achievements from when he worked at the ministry of education, I think.

My dad had a brush with bravery too, at the revolution. They started shooting his way and so he went back home. However he does remember the students hiding under the cars behind our apartment block and soldiers dragging them out. Estimates are about 3000 died at the revolution, some were infants in their mother’s arms, but it’s a lot of fuzzy stories.slice-of-back

My grandmother loved telling stories, she even told me that she loved me at first sight and that when I was born the stork brought me to her and not my mother, on that cold, snowy day. Can you guess what is bullshit is and what is true? I’ll give you a second. Are you ready? All of it, yep.

She was not thrilled by my parents wedding, but fortunately my non-traditional grandfather supported my rebellious father (who got arrested once for having long hair like a rocker, yes, having long hair was bad). And so my dad didn’t listen to his mother and married for love. My grandmother, in time, grew to love me because I was so damn cute! I mean, look at me!!! And to this day, my dad still says marring my mom was the best thing he ever did.
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Now bullshit number two in my grandmother’s story, is obviously storks delivering me. And number three: it snowed on my birthday. I was born at the revolution and so it’s a pretty well photographed and documented couple of weeks. In the photos students in t-shirts were running from soldiers on dry streets, it was a very warm winter, but my dad says it wasn’t that warm for t-shirts. So it kind of puts into perspective the whole bomb thought the roof story my grandmother told. What is true, however, is that Americans and Russians, both bombed her city. It was not a great time to be alive, but the alternative sucked more.rainbow

As for me, for a time I thought the street I lived on, named after a dead French journalist, actually had a tank drive over him on my street. When I was told the street wasn’t wide enough for a tank I couldn’t believe it, since it seemed to me like there was plenty of space. But after some reading I learned he got run over, up the street, in the Palace square. I know it sounds fancy, that I live down the street from the royal palace, but I actually lived in a roach infested, rat hotel. When I was little I used to fish rats out of their hole, from my balcony. Don’t ask why, I was just a strange kid.walk

Also I almost drowned once but my parents saved me, I almost strangled myself but my mom saved me, again, this time from the evil fence I got stuck in, and so she kind of redeemed herself for those times when she lost me on the beach. Uhmm what else? I almost got hit by a bus once, I fell down the stairs numerous times, but always landed on my butt because I have a half assed cat reflex. See what I did there? Word play on “butt”.

But for me personally I think I struck gold-luck when, at a motorcycle exposition a colleague from another class from university recognized me. We couldn’t remember each other’s names but we struck a conversation and she ended up inviting me to her team’s barbecue party. One of her team mates picked me up for the event, which was held outside of the city. Since we were the only ones who showed up on time we had to talk to each other for over an hour, and that is how I met my husband. The very next day he got a job offer for across the ocean, so that was the first time I had gone to that team’s event and the last time he went to it.moto_mic

The timing is just amazing sometimes. Some say it is destiny, I think if you gamble long enough you’ll eventually win something. So if you take anything from these stories I’d recommend you take this advice: make educated guesses and learn how to sail using the wind and currents, eventually you’ll get where you wanted to go. Hope you understood the sailing metaphor, I’ll try and give you deeper more creative metaphors next time.

And hope you’ve enjoyed my post despite the history lessons, and as always I love hearing from you.

I wish you all a lovely day!

Hisame

Unboxing HisameMerch from Lulu | Friday is #HisameReview

Every Friday I feature some of the products, services and machines I use in my projects. Let’s help each other find the best things for our hobbies or businesses! \(^o^)/ Use #HisameReview to find more recommendations and #HisameMerch to find more of my merchandise.

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This week I featured the unboxing my proof copies from Lulu. And if you have any questions or suggestions feel free to share them in the comments bellow.

I wish you all a lovely weekend!

Hisame \(^o^)/

 

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