ask-warmaker asked: Hey how are you
Pretty good I guess! Headache, hungry, and needing to go grocery shopping like, thirty minutes ago so Ponder isn’t late for work and actually has food for lunch.
Krysel Romero, mech pilot for the Cytherian Alliance. Notably un-pacifistic for a lupeleon.
Koiyoronoio’odoi I’i (or just “Koi”, as her friends insist).
Mistress Ulvang the Mighty and Prince Skiru the Kind, leaders of the belzeel.
Mirad Lokenev, kasaalian highschool student, “enjoying” the rise of one of Durake’s three suns.
I feel really really happy with this character redesign of which nobody would even know who she was to begin with.
2007 original design bleughghfdjghg
Man, do you know how many times I sit here, and think to myself something along the lines of;
"DANG, so many people have a lot of the same <issues> that I have. It’s crazy! I know JUST what to do to simply stop being like that, though! It’s eeeeeeeaaaasyyyyyy~!"
And then, no matter how “easy” it actually is, fail to garner the motivation to… more-or-less be a better person at all? And then feel miserable because I just have an overwhelming feeling of “FUCK, I CAN’T DO THAT!!!!”
It’s a hilariously cruel game my mind plays with me. Complaining about it doesn’t really help, and yet I do that, too, at times. Like right now! Wowzers. I think it’s due to my current all-encompassing feeling of “holy balls I don’t give a shit about anything”.
It was… hitting myself in the face with an asinine “realization” that was quiet foolish. A huge splurt of rage and rambling fueled by jealousy on a crumbling lack of self confidence with an unhealthy dose of self deprecation burying me alive in a six foot hole.
Basically, at just the wrong moment, my brain made a simple, pointless connection, then I just proceeded to roll over my own self.
I guess it was some form of “panic”, and it sure felt like I was “attacking” myself.
While I am in a more stable state of mind right now, I don’t really know how to tackle this… internal dilemma, but with some time, as most things tend to be with me, I’ll probably forget about it and meander back into a state that I could call “happy” for a while again.
I don’t know.
Wow I went absolutely bonkers for about four hours.
Something just really REALLY got to me the absolute wrong way. Yeesh.
Back to drawing alien wingwangs.
Why do you care man you should know people enjoy your stuff I have like 1/2 followers that like my post maybe once every two weeks but I still reblog things anyway just don’t worry about it, post some alien cock and make sum jams
Because I am a twenty three year old man-child who has attention and acceptance issues.
Do need more alien dingdang though. Yeah let’s do that.
I was using xkit to hide my follower count and the number of notes on posts so I would stop feeling self conscious, but I ended up repeatedly going out of my way to check those numbers anyway, so I just turned them back on.