So did you hear about Famicom Golf being hidden in every Nintendo Switch system?
Are you ready to get your day fucked up?
https://twitter.com/sprsk/status/910295200228032512 https://mastodon.social/media/fFHhRGGYySWfExnHpW0
#MastoArt #Art #Lynda.com #Negativespace #Negative #Space #Flower
This took us the longest it has ever had to draw one picture. We put a lot of effort into this. In the Lynda.com tutorial we had to eyeball the second image and draw the negative spaces. We kept having to draw a section, compare to see if they looked okay, when it didn't we would draw over or erase bad parts till we got it right. It was a challenge but got easier as it went a long.
I like fat trash pandas, they seems so spongy to cuddle :3 https://social.wxcafe.net/media/YawVXFJLTZEyWGBaAXw
#Mastowriting #Writing #Regret
What is to say when all is said and done.
Some leave with regret at not saying what was needed, but alas must move on. Others speak up at their distresses at tone deaf ears.
There is only two choices and both lead to sadness and wondering about the past.
How did things come this way where everything ends at the end of a sentence.
You must move on and discover what to do next or suffer the long silence of depression.
Food, a delightful way to fuel oneself. A way for your body to store and use energy so that your body can do its daily tasks.
For some, food is a curse. One look at the food and an ungodly instinct takes over. The only feeling is to gorge yourself on the food.
Food can be a blessing and a curse. Tastes and pleasure insurmountable.
Food is a needed substance, but at what costs to those who can't stand against its temptation and charms, falling into the depths of regrets.
#MastoArt #Art #Doodles #Abadonment #Bodyhorror #Gore #Love #Nightmare
This is the embodiment of many, many nightmares we have had for the past year. All centered around one theme, abandonment. This is what abandonment feels to us. Like our chest is being ripped open, exposing our heart.
#Mastowriting #Writing #Sleep #Dreams
What is sleep, says the woman that has never experienced sleep once.
Going through life she heard of stories how people just lay unconscious and have untold realities for behind their eyes.
At night the only things we see is the demons of our past, future and present all fighting one another for attention.
Every night is hell for her, no dreams, nightmares, escape. Just an endless sea of torment.
She wonders what sleep is, hating all those can.
Just a quick drawing to get back into the feel of drawing.
Just a Trans Enby Girl Cutie with a Headmate trying to become the best webcomic artist we can be. ^_^
She/Her