I tried to write mechsploitation. Turned into mechcomedy

A pencil and ink drawing of a middle aged trans woman. She is doing standing splits, and holding a phone, trying to get a good lewd photo.

That weird mom (technically dad, but shush) has got it going on.

I botched this, and don't have white out to fix it, so it's probably not getting finished.

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Jack Bros, I think. The SMT game on the Virtual Boy, that old failed Nintendo system.

A ink and watercolor drawing of a muscular woman in only a tan trench coat and pink underwear. She's holding the coat open, and smirking proudly.

I felt the need to use watercolor for some reason. So I did.
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Drawing a naked woman, with mouse ears, whiskers, and a tail. She is fairly muscular, and also masturbating. Good for her.

Well, it's technically the third now, but I'm posting this before I go to sleep. So it counts as the 2nd. That's how it works, right?

That's 2/31 gocks.

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A pencil and ink drawing of a naked woman. She is muscular with short-ish hair. Her crotch is quite hairy. For reasons unknown, she seems somewhat irritated.

A little bit of inking done quick, dirty, and for fun. The bush was siimply a whim.
It's October, or, as I can't stop saying, Gocktober. Hopefully, I can get close to 31 drawn gocks this month. I didn't prep at all! Oh no!

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I shall begin making my Christmas gifting list. I don't have any money anyway, so this is the only present anybody is getting from me. Getting a self produced drawing of chubby and/or muscular trans girls, means "I love you" and shows that I value friendship.

If they ban too much stuff I like here, I will have to leave. I ain't going to another site, though. I'll just leave my horny sketchbooks in bars, and let fate sort it out. May start gifting horny paintings for the various holidays.
I'll get worse out of spite and madness. That part is inevitable.

I love drawing outside. It's freeing for the mind. Of course, there are many downsides. Sometimes a bug will annoy you. Sometimes the wind will be against you. Sometimes a bug lands next to your pencil, gets crushed, and you drag a gooey line of bug viscera across the cleavage you were drawing.

A messy sketch of a naked trans woman impaled onto a decrepit, breaking tree. The tree seems to be growing with the nourishment she provides, with new leaves sprouting from the thin branches. No telling if the sacrifice will ever revive such a broken thing, or if it's futile and the tree is already dead. The title is Sacrifice.

TW: This is gory and vent-y, and real messy.

I went out to look at nature, and my eyes say the shapes of this in the leaves.

I've been thinking of how it feels to be trans in America. Being run through by a dying thing, desperate to prolong itself at your expense seemed fitting.

In light of some of the recent news, I have no idea why I do what I do anymore. Art in general seems useless to pursue nowadays. Doubly so for porn. Barely even doodle anymore.

I need a drink, or I need to break something that useless and foolish people think is important.

A pencil sketch of a shaggy haired woman wearing nothing but overalls, with a few tools stuffed in her pockets. Her assets bulge noticeably in the lacking outfit. There's a small stain around the crotch. She's presenting a rather large bill, and rubbing the back of her neck somewhat nervously. It's apparently expensive to hire women who work in nothing but overalls. A $12,300.99 type of expensive. What was she working on? No idea. The artist was baked.

Got baked. Drew this... while staying up till 2AM, watching a video on an SMT game I can't even play. 👍
No regrets! I'm too tired to feel regret

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This reminded me of a deeply wrong memory of somebody calling me that. In person. To my face.

The anger was intense. The fear from somebody saying that out loud in public was worse. In the end, both were nothing to the second hand embarrassment. Just knowing I shared a genus with them. Shameful.

She'll try and go swimming in just trunks, and you have to do overtime to prevent her hot ass from being arrested. Yes, I've had to do this. Yes, I am projecting as well.

A pencil drawing of a long haired woman in a very sheer tank top, holding a joint. She's covered in freckles.

Trans girls really will say "I'm at the awkward stage where HRT isn't really working yet," and be looking like this.

"Ugh, I'm so boyish!" She'll say, delusional as all hells

Saw somebody draw a butthole that looked like a red ring of death, and honestly it's strangely motivating. I wanna make sure I practice art enough to NEVER do that.

I did so much paperwork today, and my brain wants to shut off for a month now. Can't do that, so as consolation I will simply get baked, write erotica, and probably be too embarrassed to ever show it to anybody outside of my polycule.

I'm helping my brain.

My tablet broke during a bad time to buy tech, I'm deeply nervous about an election I can't even vote in, and old wounds have been torn open once again.

Life is giving it to me harder than any domme ever has. Can a dyke catch a break over here? Please and thank you

A while ago, I injured my drawing/painting/gaming/dice rolling/punching/most things hand real freakin' bad, but it's almost healed. I can make a fist now.

I can't wait to paint again. The forced absence has engendered a deep yearning, to paint something as heinous as I feel.

I'm not a princess type. I am a prince(female) type. There is a difference, and despite its skin deep similarity, it is impossibly vast!

Also I am exhausted from both immigration, and the long ass holiday season I was forced into. Sorry for the lack of...anything. New year will help with new art.

Geordi La Forge meme where he's saying no to "engagement rings" and saying yes to "engagement collars"

I've been given many art supplies for Christmas, and thus, I have truly only received the responsibility to use them. It will be done. I hate Christmas so goddamn much, but this is a much needed kick in the ass.

I miss co-host so bad. I felt okay posting stuff to co-host

Clown or witch? Which schlock horror archetype am I gonna draw, and eventually chicken out of posting publicly today?

I learned a long time ago that some people will always complain about this stuff. No matter how well it's done, or how bland it is. Similar vibes as my childhood memories of church, only without getting free cookies at the end... so it's worse actually

A messy sketch of a mostly naked woman, holding a riding crop (specifically called something else, but I forgot the name). She's wearing only a skimpy top, and smiling slightly.

I've really lost my enjoyment with drawing lately. I just lazily sketch, like the example, and then lose all motivation. I gotta like meditate on this long ass slump. Gotta actually think, and I hate doing that.
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Punching bag should count as a fidget toy for my extreme autism, and should be billable to insurance.

Playing through the Demon's Souls remake finally. Feels just like the original from 15 years ago. This is NOT a compliment. It now just feels like a mediocre game in the subgenre it started. All the annoying shit still included.

There seemingly was no vision for remaking an influential game.

Yesterday, I figured out I got robbed, so I got really baked, depressed, and realized life is a bigger struggle, unless one draws a silly huge hat. This is how I cope.

Also being inebriated unfortunately does not result in good art. Popular culture LIED to me.

Drawing dwarf women and then exercising, or exercising and then drawing dwarf women? My brain has decided to dwell on this question for eternity, to ensure neither gets done.

If we only count people with brains that don't work, I am probably still relatively productive.