Random Doodles

Birb

Been too lazy to set up my tablet

I didn't sleep last night

(slowly emerging from art block)

update: I still don't know cars

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

That is not how I remember cars bending

life as been so so busy dude

#5 inktober: eating favorite foods, I swear I'm doing this I'll post the other sketches soon I've just been busy

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)

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

WIP for a my Oc's backstory

-*•

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.

•*-

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

My son he is my favorite

I might start making art about the lore idk, we'll see how much energy I've got later.

I changed the line art colour not sure if I like it more or less, idk

Hellsing is my new reason for life

(along with a multitude of other fantasy worlds)

You see what happened here is it started off alright and then it just went downhill from there

WIP because I can't find a Little Nightmares poster I like to hang in my room