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Depression and the Best Text Messages Ever.
15 years ago
Explanation: My depression caught up with me and I haven't been able to draw anything in months (Still trying to get a job so I can refund those that commissioned me because I've been taking too damn long on them. You guys deserve better than that and I apologize.) I told 
Xeno-Minako such. And he texted my phone with this.
"DRAW. I AM YOUR FEMMYFOX MUSE. LOOK DOWN. NOW LOOK UP. YOU'RE ON A BOAT WITH THE FOX YOUR MUSE COULD BE.
Draw, or I'll hang around you in nothing but a towel or thong. I'm on a dragon.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED."
Best text messages I've ever gotten. I told him I'd put them on FA. So I did. Because I felt they're worth sharing.
By the way, I put together an animation of Squall Leonhart in Dissidia and it was three hundred ninty-one frames for the entire attack. Wanted to share that too.
Xeno-Minako such. And he texted my phone with this."DRAW. I AM YOUR FEMMYFOX MUSE. LOOK DOWN. NOW LOOK UP. YOU'RE ON A BOAT WITH THE FOX YOUR MUSE COULD BE.
Draw, or I'll hang around you in nothing but a towel or thong. I'm on a dragon.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED."
Best text messages I've ever gotten. I told him I'd put them on FA. So I did. Because I felt they're worth sharing.
By the way, I put together an animation of Squall Leonhart in Dissidia and it was three hundred ninty-one frames for the entire attack. Wanted to share that too.
THIS JOURNAL IS NOW DIAMONDS!
Anyway, Xeno and I need to work together to get you drawing again. Preferably, our plans will involve kidnapping. And chickens.
Or Chickens. OR CHICKEN TIMELORDS!
HOHOHOHO, I KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING.
SAMURAI TURKEY DALEKS.
Dude, shit will hit the FAN. And Davros will be crying in shame.
There appears a THIRD faction.
THE DREADED PIRATE WALRUS CYBERMEN.
At which point the universe will shit itself and curl into a ball, sobbing for mommy.
And Jack Harkness would flip the bird to the universe, and bugger off with the teleport he fixed YET AGAIN, knowing him.
Anyway, Xeno and I need to work together to get you drawing again. Preferably, our plans will involve kidnapping. And chickens.
NO. BAD Fire.
You are NOT ALLOWED to go into depression. That's SHADOW'S job. YOUR job is to make Silver look so fucking adorable you contract Type 1 diabetes just by looking at it for 20 seconds. Don't make me sic the Greased Up Deaf Guy on you! :(
Sadly, the drawing attempt was a crash-and-burn. XD;