This just started as a scribble as I was just sitting at my desk zoning out. I didn't intend to sketch anything because the act of drawing for a bit now has only made my anxiety go through the roof, but here I was eventually doing that after putting on some beats and just going with it... Which brings me to why I'm even bothering posting this at all. A good friend of mine and the person who got me into art in the first place had swung by to visit. After a few drinks and some morbid jokes later we started talking art when I finally caved and showed them what I was working on. I know they're not into furries or a lot of the fetishes that are associated with it, but they're response really caught me off guard. Long story short, they just gave me advice on how I could improve my lighting/shading and even offered suggestions to help my anatomy. I guess I'm still processing it... I feel like a shithead for using techniques this person taught me to doodle porn, and here they are... just giving me more advice. I still think this is shit, but I at least feel okay with that. It doesn't need to be good, it was the amusement I had while crafting it. That being said, I wouldn't say I'm all back. I still have a lot of shit to process and self-reflecting to do, which is why I won't reply to any messages for the time being.




Also, no. I don't know how many Halloween party-goers ended up in there or what substances were involved.

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