#pummigummipersonal

[pummigummiart]

I'm at my limit. I moved in with my boyfriend and we have to renovate the whole flat. All my free time is consumed by making adjustments, building furniture and lifting heavy objects up and down our apartment.

I'm currently working on some paintings. I'm developing my own character, for now it's just her appearance. I wanted to try developing stories, because it's fun although I might not be good at it. Writing is not my strong point, maybe because I was never the type to read a lot. But when I was a little girl I had stories in my mind and always wanted to draw a Manga so I guess I have to be cringe and try it. My personal drawings/projects get no attention anyways so there's no harm in JUST DOING IT.

So here is my character:

I have a rough story in mind for her, although it might not be super creative 💩

I was thinking about a name for her, I would love something celestial like

Which name is the best?

Selene/Celine

Aurora

Helena

Voting ended onApr 1

If you are the person who came this far pls tell me which name you like the most.

I guess the song gives away, which name I like the most.

[pummigummiart]

A sketch I did a while ago in ClipStudioPaint, I used reference of course. I kinda like it, as it doesn't feel too off. I'm usually bad with my fundamentals and at with rendering. Personal Post/Diary Bang bang my brain shot me down

Today is one of those days I can't handle myself. Or my brain can't handle normal life. Or let's say I'm just wrong where I am at the moment. Even with medication I'm ovstimulated, masking so well. And I already know tomorrow will be worse. Someone safe me from my 9-5, seriously. I couldn't do the simplest things today cause my life was sucked out of me from the minute I woke up. I forgot to eat because I was anxious, or maybe it was the other way around. No particular reason except for intercating with people I don't want to (but have to) interact with. On other days it's totally fine, but I guess my brain wanted weekend mode and everytime I'm pushed out of my dream (being creative and funny with friends) my body is not handling it. My room is a mess and these past few days I'm constantly fighting against all my stuff (i have so much fucking stuff) lying around uselessy. I admire people who can work and do what they love. I hope I will get there, too.

I feel guilty cause I couldn't do everything that I wanted today, although I was fucking productive. Let's get to bed early like a neurotypical person (I'm so bored of this, I wanna stay up and draw all night).

(I just needed to get that out, tomorrow I'm fun again I swear)