Still Don't Know How To Draw Cars

messy person drawing

idk still trying to relearn digital art lol

Halloweeweeeeennnnn

╰⊱♥⊱╮ღ꧁ She's so pretty꧂ღ╭⊱♥≺

(Don't really like how the fishnets came out, might redraw them idk)

(And the hair might redo the hair)

(Also, I don't know if I like the border thing or not so here's all three of them)

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

I really like lighting.

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'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)

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

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

That is not how I remember cars bending

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