Early manga: Shadi is a mortal human man. He’s alive. He rides airplanes. His family has guarded the tombs of pharaohs for generations. He’s motivated by things like petty revenge, intellectual curiosity, and a desire to protect Egyptian artifacts.
First half of Memory World: Shadi is a member of the Tombkeeper Clan. His side of the family got into a fight with the Ishtar side, and they each took some of the Millennium Items in the divorce. He’s motivated by the same duty the Ishtars were raised with: to help the Nameless Pharaoh regain his memories. Every fucked up thing he’s done (giving Pegasus the eye, lying to Malik, trying to kill Yugi’s friends, etc) was presumably part of a game of memory-restoring 4D chess.
Second half of Memory World: Shadi was never human. He’s a shapeshifting supernatural being that serves as Zorc’s equal-and-opposite counterpart. He’s also maybe the human incarnation of that tablet with the Millennium Item-shaped indents in it? Bobasa and Hasan were both him, shapeshifted. His motivation is to stop Zorc. Everything he’s done was presumably part of a game of anti-Zorc 4D chess.
DM anime: Shadi is a ghost. We mostly know this because of an anime-added scene where he saves Honda and Otogi from falling and then vanishes, and they’re like “was that a…g-g-ghost?” We don’t know when he died, or who he used to be. He isn’t Bobasa, the anti-Zorc, or Hasan (but he does briefly pilot Hasan’s Memory World RPG avatar, mostly as a convoluted way for the anime to adapt his death scene. Yes, he dies despite being a ghost). We never really get a motivation for why he did anything.
Capsule Monsters: Shadi has been a ghost for thousands of years. He’s been fucking with people the whole time (including Alexander the Great). Motivation: the lulz?
DSOD: Shadi used to be a mortal human man, up to about 5 or 6 years before the start of the series. He somehow got on his hands on the Secret Eighth Millennium Item. He trained a bunch of children to use it to make a utopia dimension. Then Zorkura killed him. After that, he was a ghost. His motivation was…4D chess for the utopia dimension? Which didn’t actually work?
don’t comment weird shit on japanese artists’ works they don’t know your western memes and will be at best confused and at worst feel threatened & reluctant to keep posting. just say regular nice things that can be comprehensably machine translated
also as an artist who chooses to share its work online i wanna say even western artists can find people trying to be comedians or talking in their own lingo or meme speak in the comments of the art very annoying. its the internet so of course people will occasionally be weird, but just because i choose to share my work doesnt mean im fine with people saying random shit (especially when its unwanted sexual comments or an irrelevant meme). a lot of the time people trying to be funny just ends up coming off as rude. i love seeing insight from other people and what every individual gets from my art but if you think a comment might come off badly, just like or leave some nice words and move on
I put 11 items on sale in the shop.. Wanna just clear some space up, so might as well. Some of the prints are like 5$ off and some pins and stickers have a slight discount : ) (link if ya wanna take a look)
Have you been thinking that there’s a real lack of hopeless strangers on your dash asking for help lately? ☆Congratulations, I have arrived!☆
I feel obligated to a certain level of jesterdom while doing this, like perhaps I can earn my keep by entertaining people. It’s bleak and humiliating, but we’re gonna Have Fun With It! :D This is perhaps more a note to make to self and to a therapist rather than note here, but it segues well into the important point of:
~.•°¤.°•○~☆ I Can’t Afford Shit ☆•*.°○.•°*×
let alone a therapist
I’m currently stuck in a weird position, both physically and situationally, because I have some sciatica scoliosis spinal bone spur nonsense that decided that now was its time to shine. I’m in pain all the time at every angle and position, so I’m not doing Great?
I’m in the middle of the process of filing for disability and if you’ve ever applied for a job and been frustrated that you gave them all of your information and then the application asked you to give them the same information all over again, applying for disability is like doing that, but times 40, and with information you don’t have memorized the way you have your phone number and home address. They also insist on doing it through the mail. My next step is to be evaluated by some kind of impartial physician. My appointments are in mid to late July. I am unsure what they want me to do with myself until that time.
The work I’m trying to do is not enough. I’m making buttons like crazy but in the end they are just buttons and they sell for 2 to $4 and so you really need to be someone who is absolutely psyched about buttons and buys 40 of them or I need to tap into a market that is Larger in order for this to be reliably sustaining. I do not know what that market is. I was the weird kid in school - what is popular, I don’t know, I was never meant to know, it is a mystery.
Do not get me wrong, I am currently holding my face above water because of some really enthusiastic fans of buttons.
But I can’t sell a month’s rent worth of buttons. I don’t even think I have the supplies to make that many.
My rent is USD$670, which is hiked up an extra $70 from where it was last year because my landlord wanted to bleed me dry while the world is on fire. Despite how poorly insulated and badly maintained this house is as a structure, I do enjoy having even a badly insulated roof and a place to put all my shit.
If you’ve got a need for $700 worth of buttons for some reason, hit me up.
If you don’t, then hey, I’m another artist in crippling pain on your dash hoping people in better situations than I can help out. I would love to cover my rent to remove that anxiety for myself for another month, but Every Bill keeps happening, so more beyond that it going to my electric which hasn’t been paid since February, and my internet which will keep me afloat in nearly every way possible. I’m also almost at the bottom of the bag of Science Diet food that keeps my beloved cat, Onyx, healthy. I do not know how best to keep a ticker tape of a goal, because there isn’t one? I need to survive until at least July. It’s June 17th as I write this. Two months rent and some cat food? Don’t know, I’m five minutes from a phone call which will determine if they will still allow me food stamps.
SO.
Ways in which I can dance for your amusement so that you may throw coins in my direction:
Art Commissions! I can paint like a motherfucker! I have an extremely ill-advised expensive piece of paper saying I can do it!
Check it out, man. There are COLORS and everything.
And a Ko-fi! I sell buttons on Ko-fi, in case you were wondering when that plot point would come back. It’s not very satisfying narratively, I am sorry. Thinking about offering prints there, as well!
I have other options in my sidebar - RedBubble, Society6, etc!
There is also paypal.me/ladyyatexel if you just want to give money to my literally actually broken ass without getting a cool item in return.
And yes, if you’re thinking this all looks and feels kinda familiar, I had to dance and beg on the internet in Dec 2021, and I made that go as far as I possibly could. It’s six months later and everything I’m trying to do to better my situations is just taking Forever. I’m trying to come up with a way to stay afloat while rescuing myself takes its time.
Thanks for reading if you made it this far, friend. Even just knowing someone listened to you yelling for a minute is helpful.
No need to feel obligated, especially if you don’t feel I deserve a second round of help, I understand. But if you wanna spread this around and let me ‘Will Art For Food’ on someone else’s dash, that would be sick.
Take care of yourselves, friends, it is brutal out there.
Friends, thank you so much for your help! I am alive and housed and the lights are still on and all that. So many of you are so loving and generous and I don’t know I’ll ever be able to convey the amount of grateful enough. ♡♡ I hope me making things you like and doing things like continuing to exist despite all the factors pushing me not to is some kind of return on your investment.
I am in pain and sick and mangled today, and am sending this out for a last hurrah on your dashes in hopes of squeaking by on a few other expenses I foresee in the future as it looks like I might have to start the food stamps and medical assistance renewal process over again for like the third time. 🙃 $200 to replace my EBT funds for the month while they play around over there. Will I be able to buy my meds still? Who knows! The agency certainly doesn’t! Gambling on people’s brain chemistry is fun for the whole family.
I received a little over 1,500 from you guys with some kindly well wishes as well. Solidarity and care is equally valuable, I promise. (Friend who sent exactly the amount needed for Onyx’s food and marked the donation “cat food”, thank you! You’ll be glad to know the new bag will be delivered today and Onyx will be absolutely unaware that everything is being held together with dental floss and paperclips because they will be fed and that’s all they care about haha.)
So as before, don’t feel obligated or guilt tripped or anything. I had to put gas in my car yesterday and if not for hoarding the reward points from the associated grocery store at that gas station it would have been a real bad scene, so I know it’s nasty for all of us out there.
You don’t even need to feel obligated to push this around a second time if you’ve already done it once. I appreciate so much that I’m going to be able to squeak by a little longer and that dancing in front of friends and strangers on Tumblr and saying hi I’m not doing well doesn’t result in mockery or predatory behavior. Many of you have been here with me a long time and I am happy to be a spot you wish to continue seeing on the internet. :)
Thank you all again, have a good one and take care!
this feels like if all of humanity were to reset and humans had forgotten how everything worked and had to teach each other what things were. this is the Wall turorial
Thank you, I was just scrolling my way down thinking “This could be Laszlo”
