maybe one day I'll finally be able to make something people give a shit about

I'll see something hot and open it up so I can fave it, or look through the artist's stuff, but then I'll start feeling bad because it has a bunch of likes or comments or it's better than I can do and I just deflate ._.

I have a bazillion bsky tabs open that I'm too emotionally compromised to click on

so fucking tired ALL THE TIME

I remain unsuccessful at finding anyone willing to help me learn to draw better tits and ass and thighs

wish I could go to sleep and wake up when things are better

imo fanart is one of the highest indicators of creative achievement, because your work has inspired someone enough that they actually put in the work to concretely MAKE something because of it

it'd be nice if soulmates were real

chats do be good

chatting with people is nice

SINGING ALONG TO EUROBEAT WHILE DRAWING

I never said I was the one at the base of the tunnel. From the looks of it, *you* may be the one looking out :3c

If only Krita had better brush organization

t. shoves every brush he likes in a tag/folder called "Shading" that used to just be for shading brushes...

I mean... it's a long way down. Kinda hard to tell what's at the end of the tunnel. Hard to see out, too...

MAN I wish I could draw big, meaty, hot backs...

something I really wish I understood better is how to draw those kind of bestial, monolithic necks, like how @ikarahusky.bsky.social does

wish I had a place I could say what's on my heart without everyone just seeing it as bitching again and again and again and again and

my heart (proverbially) hurts

another day spent wishing I could draw as well as that aaat fucker

pepperoncini update: they were good

sudden, urgent pepperoncini craving

quiet days

I need to find an eraser powerful enough for the kinds of mistakes I make

I really should have added an IQ/brain size stat, but I thought it was too niche 😖

Maybe if I end up doing a remake, I'll add in mods like that...

Thank you!! The poor thing needs some love (and bugfixes), that's not supposed to happen 😝

FIRST NUMBERS FAILED TO DESCRIBE YOU. NOW WORDS HAVE FAILED TOO.

BECOMING SO MASSIVE THAT YOU YOURSELF BECOME THE FABRIC OF ALL EXISTENCE, SHOWING HOW PITIFULLY NATURE FAILED TO CONTAIN YOU. THE ULTIMATE. DEFINING THE LAWS OF REALITY AND LOGIC AND MATH AND THOUGHT, CORRUPTING THEM ALL TO MAKE EVER MORE ROOM FOR EVER MORE OF YOU, TO MAKE EVEN MORE OF YOU POSSIBLE.

...PLOWING THROUGH TIMELINES AND DIMENSIONS AND UNIVERSES AND THOUGHT ITSELF AS REALITY TRIES DESPERATELY TO STAY AHEAD OF THE NEXT SURGING MICRO-FLEX, CREATING UNFATHOMABLE LAYERS OF ABSTRACTION TO CONTAIN YOU, ONLY TO BE STRESSED TO BREAKING AS A SINGLE FIBER OF YOUR PEC TENSES SUBCONSCIOUSLY

EVEN THE MOST DENSE METHODS OF STORING INFORMATION SIMPLY CAN NOT COPE WITH YOUR SMALLEST ASPECTS. TO TRY WOULD CONSUME ALL SPACE, TIME, ENERGY, ENTROPY. EVEN IF EVERY PARTICLE IN EVERY CONCIEVABLE TIMELINE OF EVERY UNIVERSE ENCODED MORE THAN ALL IMAGINATION, IT WOULD FAIL MISERABLY TO CAPTURE *YOU*

SO BIG THAT NUMBER THEORISTS AND MATHEMATICIANS GIVE UP THEIR VAIN, FUTILE EFFORTS TO APPROXIMATE NOT ONLY YOUR ENORMITY, BUT THE RATE OF YOUR GROWTH.

NO EXPONENTS OR UP ARROWS OR RECURSION CAN EVEN LEND THE FAINTEST GLIMPSE OF YOUR GLORY OR HOW MUCH MORE YOU WILL BE IN A MERE INSTANT