Thinking About That Esoteric Fictional Time Of "the Good Old Days" Where We All Believed In 4768 Gods

augh ive been doing so many dragon profiles and nothing but that and im having a crisis because i dont know if im losing my ability to draw people? im struggling with anatomy and idk if its a passing funk or if i am just fucked

supposedly the opt-out prevents data from being shared even from reblogs but i do not trust a word of it. ive seen enough corporate loophole-speak in my day to take my chances with something as permanent as machines learning how to imitate my shit.

tumblr has broken my trust repeatedly with shit like this tbh. ill figure out something else to talk about, i guess.

im gonna be using #torment nexus for anything related to stupid stuff that makes my blood boil. hopefully shouldnt be too much and might even be fun times of silly (existentially horrifying) tech developments going wrong

show your local dragons some love by contributing to their hoards (especially if they have more specific things) (they will remember this and you can summon them in your hour of need)

Hello, it's been a while and I forgot how this site works

i have now become that one artist that draws nothing for weeks on end and then goes feral as soon as they pick up a pencil. i cannot open clip studio lest i be consumed by a trance and wake up 17 hours later with art i dont understand and 25 unfinished sketches

liar she absolutely does bite ive lost 3 fingers to her just this week

She don't bite, I think

incidentally, are either of those strioboros characters of yours single? 👀👀👀

Technically, both of them are, however one is pretty much just me plus lore and the other one is 12. Little bit awkward.

Space is a big place, though, so there's plenty more out there. somewhere.

this is like seeing an amazon drone in your backyard but half of its components are missing and your cat has peed on it twice. girl go home you are wasted