I hate when after a long period of a progression, one night everything just kinda crumbles in you a little bit with the thought of something that meant a lot and still does and you feel really vulnerable again
Imagine this: You’re sitting in your animation history class. Your professor says that your classmate who sits two empty seats away from you is going to show his animation. Joy!
Then, projected ten feet tall in glorious HD, is an autobiographical piece about his life problems and his manic pixie dream girl purple skunk girlfriend. Complete with fade to black sex. And masturbation scene.
Imagine that and you will know a fraction of my pain.
It’s done! This is the first time I’ve done paper art and I underestimated how much work this was going to be. XD;; I probably should’ve done something simpler, but I just couldn’t help it! I don’t know if I’m going to make more paper art, but if I do I’ll probably do a Princess Tutu one next. :)