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I've somehow conditioned myself to only be great at drawing women, my college course is steering me there with AMAZING 2d animation lessons, and I've amassed such a LARGE library of digital smut that I can't help but use it as reference.
I mean my ENTIRE work folder for the month is just full of MY drawings of plump dragons ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ cars. Dragons sticking it in sedans, Nissans, Monstertrucks, Jeep wranglers, the whole shebang! And also a Honda civic....
I can't stop my hands man... I need this. I used to churn out bland garbage until I took this new approach to art.
But at every turn my mom, my dad, and my EXTREMELY cool uncle are always there to leer at my ART at every turn. What do I do?