Milestones, Turning Points, and Activity Updates – August 2018

School’s back, and it’s tough. Like, really tough that I feel like memeing about it, disturbingly normalized exaggerations and all. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

I did manage to post more Tobbyworks than last month, though. That, and if you’ve been looking at my social media and my pixiv, I’ve been posting some drawings I made as well. It’s not a skyrocket of an improvement, but it’s better than nothing, and it has some distance from nothing~ ^_^

Okay, frankly, life’s going tough for me on a sensitive and personal level right now, so yeah, I won’t be saying much about it. Here’s a list of the posts from this ending month, then:

Stress got me thinking and making more Tobbyworks, though, so yeah, hopefully, y’all be getting more from me in the near future. I need to chill out more, alright…God Almighty keep on helping us all.

Crawling to the Dawn – Chapter 3

Crawling to the Dawn

a Fate series fanfiction written by The Overlord Bear

Summary: Shirou Emiya ends up summoning a certain treacherous Knight of the Round Table as his Servant for the Fifth Holy Grail War, and said Servant is a somewhat sane Berserker to boot…a Berserker who then ends up wanting to smack some sense into him and a bunch of other people.


WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!


Previous Chapter: Rude Awakening

First Chapter: E-Rank Luck


Chapter 3: Broken Pride


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Behind Henchman Bars

Trump, Jong-un, Putin, Duterte
All of them? Man, they’re just henchmen
I’m a boss, they can’t control me
They’re just left to think they own me
Look What You Made Me Do’s pathetic
Sounding like Kanye so Famous
Taking shots so that means that
I’ll get fired back-to-back
Like waking Drake, where I’ll get burned
Shining just like his treasures
But that won’t send me up to Mars
‘Cause planet Earth needs better stars
Though what’s some better star up high
If ozone can’t go filter lights
Purple bruising up our skin
Cancer that will kill us, then
Like the Pauls who aren’t Saints
Satan’s not just flames and snakes
But those bros are still just henchmen
Who’s the master? I check this
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Fairest player of them all
Has a floating mask in green
For the old and jealous queens
Feeling like a middle child
Singing in a “charity”
“Follow your heart, it’s never wrong”
“Don’t listen to them, believe your own”
With that, I hope I can hold
A scalpel for when I go croak
Like Black Jack working on himself
But how much would the charge be, then?