So these are my monsters... from a different planet who are hunting the reptilian natives. On this planet only those outfitted with the biological structures to survive and fight are able to roam freely, while the humanoid minority is only able to sneak about. Since it is so dangerous any variable that could give them away in the desolate environment is eliminated. This leads to the children of the tribe having their mouths sewn shut at birth to prevent crying. When finally they gain control of their emotions in adulthood, the fibers are cut and they are then able to speak again. But really nobody does because they've become so attuned to each other's body language (which consists of measuring pupil dilation and chin swaying) that speaking is really only used in formal gatherings and war. They also enjoy laying in the sun.
It makes me nervous when I show things sometimes because then if asked I have to relay the backstory about my pictures, which when spoken just sound loony something fierce. Anyway, meh, was kinda proud of my beasts before, but then after was all shamed and disheartened and frustrated. Thats just my constant state right now with school and art and life in general. However look at my superb cropping!
Honestly all i wanna do is draw some pervy comics, paint some otherworldy portraits, eat Indian food and have a lot of sex BUTGUESSWHATDON'TGETTODOANYOFITSOTHANKS.
WHAAAAAAaaaa FEEELLL SOOORRY FOORR MEEE AND MY UNPROFESSIONALISM THAT MATCHES THAT OF A PUBESCENT YOUTH FRESHLY DISCOVERING LIVEJOURNAL >.<