i can't help but feel like my drawing days are kind of over. not entirely, i'll still be drawing from time to time. and deffo not because i want to. but i'm having this exact same feeling since mid 2022, since i was really struggling with my elective period, i kind of disconnected with art there and never truly found my way back.
on top of everything that came after - moving, starting a job and working to be good at it which leaves such little room for other things because i can't handle my life well - there is just so much horrible shit going on. and i'm having a hard time comprehending it.
a part of me also feels very stupid for drawing one thing for almost 4 years now constantly, but another part of me knows "hey, but this makes you happy". it's a constant battle in my head because online spaces are like school grounds, and i don't actually wanna stand in the corner as that one kid that just can't shut up about that one character. but then again all i ever did was drawing fanart so... what does it. who gives a shit. be cringe and be free alright. but it kinda feels so hollow, esp. when you're at it for so long. a lot of mutuals move on. some are not even active anymore anywhere. and i wonder what happened. plus a huge chunk of the tone of the fandom has changed. also with the source material getting butchered so hard (since the release of ow2) it just kills the fun. playing this game used to be fun. playing this game was one thing that helped me getting through the last meters of university. it's like watching the downfall of the simpsons again without making the comparison too set in stone, just... this thing that used to be decent and nice and watching it getting ruined in real time (broken promises about pve, the recent gameplay changes?? the lore was fucked up from the start but they kind of tried, now it's just skins for 20+ dollars) while still having feelings for the characters is shit. anyway...
i recently went through a big folder of stuff i'd drawn at the age of 12-15 and there were so many fucked up but cool monster and cyborgs designs and just silly stupid stuff and all i could think of was that i felt so distanced from it, like i don't even know i think this is normal? because a lot of time has passed and a lot has happened and i knew i've drawn all this but i wasn't able to locate the person who did in my present me now and... it's just so normal that things move constantly forward but i feel like i missed huge chunks and passed a few stops and now i'm kind of lost.
i don't even know what i'm trying to say here anymore. i just feel sad because it feels like sth is slipping out of my grasp or sth has changed tremendously and i don't know how to make damage control.
i keep trying tho, i try to draw once a week at least. it's just like as soon as i take a step back and look at it i don't feel it at all. gonna continue tho, until it makes sense again i hope.
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dw he's not actually sad, just being dramatic
i've had this specific idea stuck in my mind for months so it was about time i drew it lol AND IF U SAW A TYPO NO YOU DIDN'T
+a few other extras under the cut
small cozy doodle i did for funsies
And a deleted version of the last panel bc the first one looked waaay too serious and not silly like i intended, my man looks like he just saw someone die asdfghj
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sometimes this specific smile nudges its way into my mind and my hands, like, go numb
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I'm having thinking hours
Chip can physically feel himself being one moment away from forgetting who he is. From forgetting how to feel and turning completely hollow. In that late night, he knows he risks forgetting who he loves. Imagine him the next morning, in the peaceful quiet, with Gill and Jay next to him. He stares at his two co-captains and hates how the only thing that he feels is the memory of his heart aching. He knows he loves them, feels it in his soul, even though it doesn't appear to be tied to his body anymore. The thought of the chance that his consciousness just slips from his body and ceases to exist pushes him to let them know that he loves them. So he interrupts the silence. He shares that at any moment, Chip can die. That he loves Gillion, and how he's made him a better person; he would still be lost if it wasn't for him. That he loves Jay, that she's one of the only authority figures in his life, and how he would genuinely break if she was gone. Lays it all out: how he fully, completely trusted them from the beginning, that he knew they didn't trust him at first, but that it didn't stop him from being ready to risk his life for them, and how he would have done it in a million other timelines, no matter what story, era, or language it was written in. If his body ever becomes a soulless husk, they should know that deeply in his being, Gill and Jay have become a permanent part of him, and whether they like it or not, Chip has become a permanent part of them in return. So if Chip dies, he's taking a part of them with him forever, but in better news, they get to keep a part of him with them for as long as they live. And maybe they cry, maybe they hug for a long time, or maybe they reminisce about old times to freshen up Chip's memories because, just maybe, that'll keep him tethered to reality.
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