1: I hate dentists.
2: My teeth are all wonky and stupidly positioned now.
3: They don’t even ask you if you’re okay with having braces/want the bloody things.
4: My teeth are really annoying me.
5: It has been too long since my anon sent me a message, and answering it just gets more awkward every day, having ventured into “too awkward to ever reply”-territory several months ago.. (Sorry anon.)
Little star in the sky
I decided to play around in paint.net for a bit.
Black and white because “why not”. This is the result. It could’ve been worse; at least you can see what it’s supposed to be. …right?
Old (can you even see that I tried to make him old?) Punisher. Camaro said something about old Frank. I drew this thing.
Can you tell that I never draw backgrounds?I used this picture as an inspiration to draw the place.
Apologies to all fans.
No, I didn’t actually try to make it look the same, it was just something to look at and have a sort of base.
Sketches because… Eh. I was sketching anyway. Why not answer some anon while I’m at it.
I think I’ve found someone that dislikes me.
Camaro, for some reason, wanted me to upload this.
Without even seeing it first. Beats me.
So, this is a Fratt… Thing, inspired by this fic by Giada.
Apologies to all fans. And yes, I do realize that I didn’t do anything with their shirts (like a skull and two Ds). If I add a background sometime in the future, I’ll fix that too. And the strap for the holster. Shit. Facts. This is more difficult than it should be.
I’m moving out in a few weeks, and I still don’t have anywhere to live.
Everything isn’t going to be okay.
David Bowie is my favourite solo artist, my favourite band being Sonata Arctica.
I have troubles sleeping at night.
Our postal system is terrible. At one point a long time ago, the regular mail was sometimes as efficient as express mail, so they decided that all mail that isn’t express must wait 24 hours before being sent off. (This is absolutely about me; I have to deal with it!)
I don’t like musicals as a genre, but there are some musicals I like very much.
I like peculiar words.
I don’t trust doctors and psychiatrists.
I either talk too much or not at all.
I’m not sending this message to anyone again; they’ll just make me do it again, and it’ll be a neverending evil circle.
Oh no, what am I supposed to say?? Uh… Here goes nothing.
Everything beneath the middle of my thighs hate me.
I hear music playing in my mind all the time.
Turning on actual music can drown it out (but not always).
I can’t concentrate at all.
I almost never upload anything.
I make very many stories in my mind.
think know that all both of my followers who I’ve actually talked to have done this thing already; you don’t have to do it again if you don’t want to.
I’m currently listening to “Coma White” by Marilyn Manson.
I’ve run out of things to say, have a sketch.
I don’t like unscarred Wade but scarred Wade is such a pain in the ass to draw…
I might draw a bit more so you can see through the holes or whatever it is on his skin. Depends on how much I hate myself the next time I intend to draw.
This is SFW. Totally.
If you’re looking through the food-tags… I’m sorry?
By the way, this is PROPER pancakes, not those silly, small thick ones. Those’re called sveler/lapper. Pancakes are big, thin, and only consist of egg(s), flour, milk, and salt. Go be American elsewhere.
I drew over it with with, eh, ink, I suppose it is. This is as much time as I’m willing to spend on this should-have-been-quick sketch. So no shadowing. I still can’t draw, sorry.
And my paper’s still yellow.