histórias de Shayeserena

(Modern note, I suggest looking at my later chapters, as they are typically more up to par with my current artistic capabilities. But I would still appreciate if you look at the earlier ones if you decide my art journey is for you! Thank you for stopping by!) Another one of these. Fan-f**king-tastic. I have a passion and joy for art, doubt I'll stop doing it, therefore I am posting it here. If it inspires another person or gives them that little fan squeal moment, then that's a win for me. This is gonna contain fanart, original art, all my dumb OCs, comics, sketches, concept art, and who knows what else. Fair warning: The book will likely contain violence or dark topics at some points. I will post warnings, so please follow those if some drawings and stories may be triggering. Thank you for enjoying my work, and cheers to inspiration~! 💙 ~Shaye

I've gotten to this point... Mostly because I want to show my stupid, comedic comics. And also because I like to show my weaknesses to the world's most cynical audience (AKA the internet). I will most likely be criticizing my work, so... I will probably post some funny collages and/or animations here at one point. Enjoy my stupid drawings that some people actual think are good. I also must warn that... pretty much this entire book is full of old art and are very low quality. It you want to see something "pleasing to the eye" look at my newer books ;-;.

This is a personal journey, originally a personal essay that turned into far more. I do warn you, this is not for the faint of heart, this contains very triggering topics: Mental Health, Sexuality, Suicide, Self Harm, Mental Disorders, Bullying, Medication, Mental Hospitals, Self Esteem Issues, PTSD, Depression, A story about my Autism, my coming out as Asexual, and my journey of self acceptance, although I do struggle with it still. Thank you for reading. ~Shaye

This is my opinion on couples and ships, because, why not? I apologize if you do not like my thoughts, but, it's simply my opinion. So... don't hate on me because "my opinion" if wrong or something stupid like that -_-. This book has been stuck in my drafts for a while now, guess it's time to finally post it.

I am taking the Writer's Craft class this semester and thought that I should dump some of my work here as the semester goes on. Enjoy my random little chapters of short stories that may or may not be continued. This will also include little stories I come up with that I can't put into other works. It may contain early introductions to stories or characters, or other things like that. Enjoy, ~Shaye.

Where I shall dump all the things that can't fit into my other stories so that I may remain the efficient robot I am. Haha haha. That was a very fake laugh, did you pick up on that? Basically, here I will put tags, memes, and other garbage. Enjoy the hell, I salute you. ~Shaye

One way or another, the war needs to end. Even if it means the death of one person, you. But that's alright, you would tell yourself. The depression took over long ago. So what's it matter? This war ends. No matter the cost. (There are mentions of suicide in this story, and a near-attempt. Please, seek help if you ever feel this way, and don't read this is this "triggers" you. This included blood and violence, anxiety, PTSD. Don't take this seriously. This is just a vent and me just kinda going creative. I've been in a bad mood lately, and I thouht I'd embrace the dark creativity.)

*placeholder cover* The Queen Latifah Squad. A chaotic group of friends that get into insane shenanigans together. Now, it's fictional events that I believe we could get into being written into a crazy book for when I'm bored 😂. Whelp. Enjoy the insane things we (I am forcing everyone to) go through. ~Shaye

If you've scanned through my first book, then you don't need a description. But I think the title says all anyway, do you really need a sum-up of something titled "Art Book"? All this crap is done by me, so enjoy the cringe that come people think is entertaining. Don't steal my stuff. If you want to use my character's, ask me.

Sonic makes the mistake of convincing the crew to join an online platform where they are forced into a group chat. Now, all hell has broken loose with all the members of the gang at each others throats, cashing in on dead memes, and genuinely questioning their existence in the chat room. God help us all as they struggle to film Sonic Forces without being corrupted into meme lords. (I don't even know why I did this.)

It's coming for me. For us. It's all our fault, we did this, we caused him to appear. Now, we're all dead. There's no going back. Our fate is sealed... I'm sorry. I'm sorry Hallie, Chloe, Katie... Wren. I'm sorry I didn't stop you. I'm sorry I couldn't have gotten us help sooner. ... I'm sorry, to everyone. Though I doubt I'll ever get to say this to you in person. (I was bored. Let's be honest, the movie sucked, so I made my own "adaptation" of it. This was simply a draft that I've had for a while and decided to post it. Don't hate me if things are inaccurate, I don't know that much about this horror s**t.)

You were always the quiet one, but it turned into something worse after the war began. You had lost everything, one, by one. But three things remained. Sonic, the one who had inspired you to stay strong. The shadowy figure who helped you get away from an experiment lab not long ago. And Eggman. He took everything away from you. He drives you continue fighting this war. Now, there is a new Mobian no one has ever seen before. He has killed thousands without hesitation. But he let you live... why? (This is a Sonic Forces Fan-fiction. I don't own Sonic) This will contain spoilers for both the Sonic Forces game and Episode Shadow. So, I would recommend playing the game before reading. Also, unlike normal Sonic, this will contain blood and light swearing. This will also involve serious topics, such as; Anxiety, Depression, Abuse, Mutism, some suggestive topics, and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). Under some editing, so updates may be slow.