They make me even more mentaly ill than i usualy am. Not kidding. Their lore is making me cry on the daily, because i keep watching fan-content and this fandom is obviously allergic to joy and comfort. (Totaly optional activity by the way. Nothing but my own brain is forcing me to keep watching.)
Honestly, this drawing as a process took me five or so days, and also gave me a spiritual equivalent of an anuerism. First it was fine, i sketched out the lads, then got to the backgrounds, books made me crazy, (you can see how many of em are there, and you can see i gave up on perfecting them Very quickly). Then i realised Avery does not fit the perspective i already did for the backrgounds. I redrew him. Something still felt off. I redrew him again. Still off. I went back to my recreation of the room in minecraft and dropped in an armor stand for a vague approximation of the proper perspective. I was fixing in the wrong direction. I redrew him for the fourth time. He finaly fit. Then i had a crashout over a surprise dose of impostor syndrome and was barely doing any art progress for several days.
Then i rendered D3rlord3 and started playing with adding more details everywhere on a flat singular layer and had a lovely time ( ^ ▽ ^)__b



















