welp, that was ass.

don't know what I was expecting, but yeah, that was just sad.

I got some more comic ideas, alongside the one I'm working on right now (sorry it's taking so long), after finishing the next 2 drawings I have left, I'ma start working on the comics!

This actually fucking hurts, I went to this place quite a bit growing up along side IHOP and I still love it today

I mean hell, I went here on my 20th B-Day, only to now hear that it's likely shutting down.

That really sucks, but I won't forget this place, thanks for the memories Shari's!

I'ma start learning blender and 3D art, I wanna extend my skills and improve more.

also, I'm working on the sibling comic again, sorry for the procrastination...

while I'm working on both an art challenge and a comic, I'll give a bit of an announcement:

I've finally completed my Nintendo Home Console Collection, as I've finally obtained a Virtual Boy!

(pay no attention to the cat in the background, he just loves video game consoles :3)

(I'm not a good writer, so sorry if it's not that great)

A world of monstrous living buildings, a perpetually dim night sky, a bright moon stuck in a crescent shape… and no life to speak of.

All life died long ago, now nothing remains, nothing but the buildings that you can barely call ‘life.’

He walks around silently, yet everywhere he goes, he’s followed by a trail of melancholy.

He never smiles, his eyes are always dead, he never even utters a single word, pure dead silence…

The buildings speak, they speak nonsense… but not when he’s there.

When he’s there, they let out ear piercing screeches, most of whom would lose their hearing to… but not him.

He’ll just continue to walk until it quiets down, then he’ll leave.

After that, the buildings stop everything, no movement, no noise, but the appearance of ones who look to have had their souls sucked out…

He just sits and stares from the moon up high… before finally taking his leave, taking the moon and a few tears with him.

The weeping from the buildings within this empty world invoke sadness upon many, a world left in such a desolate state, left as nothing but a husk of the planet it once was… but it’s nothing compared to his cries…

ones of desperation…

ones of hurt…

ones of regret…

ones of remorse.

He always comes here, he always wanders, he always mourns, he always remains silent, yet in spite of it all… he never speaks of this world when he leaves, as if it never existed.

I'm lost in the sauce right now, do not disturb me.

I decided to delete or unpublish some drawings I'm not proud of, let it be because they're older drawings I'm not proud of, they're older drawings that were literally just traced (my old Dewott and Blaze drawings), or I just jumped the gun on shit without reading the rules (it was a recent drawing and I think you know what it was).

I want to improve, and I don't like looking at my older garbage or my rare fuck-ups, so yeah, I'll be deleting or unpublishing alot of old art, sorry.

the first 9 pages of Siblings Night: Home Alone are finally here, go check 'em out!

I'm at 50 fans now, sweet!

sadly, I won't be able to do anything to celebrate it, I'm working on a pretty long comic at the moment, so I won't be able to celebrate it (sorry...), but I'd like to thank y'all for your support and for enjoying my art, and I'll be sure to upload alot more once I'm done with my comic, for now though, thank you :3