Update: I Still Don't Know Cars

had the weirdest dream last night

hold on I need to draw this

(My autocorrect tried to change draw to sedate???)

Looking at this has made me realize how much I really need to work on my line art.

I'm too tired for this so here's a thing

-like florists so I made him a florist, because I can-

(like a career I've decided that's what he does)

(I swear it was 4:30 when I started now it's 5:02???? I can't have been working that long. I refuse to believe it)

Today was the day I learned I have no clue how to draw cars

That is not how I remember cars bending

I don't want to do course work ;-;

Also, I just wanted to draw them with longer hair

I'm honestly considering scraping the whole thing but oh well

Update on how it's going, there are so many issues but we don't need to talk about at those right now

so I started another one and idk which I want to use

I might flip a coin

(Printer's out of ink god dammit)

I don't know why it made it seem so bright

Life is getting busy again so here's an old Lumberjanes fanart

WIP for a my Oc's backstory

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Kathius packed his bags tightly, he made sure everything was securely packed and organized. As he went over each item one by one, a sense of shame and remorse washed over him. The memories of his past actions were like shadows, whispering words of guilt and disgust into his mind. Despite his desire to leave that life behind, the weight of it was still burdensome

Glancing over at his reflection in the mirror, his gaze lingering on the bruises and scars that marked his body. What kind of person had he become?

He couldn't bear to look at himself any longer, tearing his eyes away from the mirror and continuing to pack the rest of his belongings. Each item he packed felt like a piece of his old self being tucked away, buried under layers of new clothes and possessions.

As he zipped up the last bag, he took a deep breath, attempted to steady his emotions, and stepped out his front door.

He hurried down the sidewalk, The city was a melting pot of diverse cultures and species, each with their own stories to tell. But today, they all seemed the same to him, as his mind was consumed by anxieties gnawing at him like relentless pests.

He quickened his pace, determined to put as much distance between himself and the city as possible. Soon, he reminded himself. Soon, it would all be behind him.

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I don't really like the way it's worded, but oh well. I'll just not sleep again and rewrite it with a burst of inspiration at 2AM

messy rough draft idea for a character

idk I'm tired and my head hurts

"...You can make it up to me today..."

I'm actually semi pleased with how this came out. Huh.

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It's mah boy.

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( there is no life behind those eyes)