Uploaded October 2025 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago
happy october 1st! 🦇
⚠️🩸💀 TW : blood & implied death
had this editing idea yesterday and it was too wonderful to pass up. and giving it some time helped me with setting a sizable and achievable scope
i like this uploading schedule…just Make Art whenever i need it, or have an idea. i want to MAKE more. this isn’t my best work and it doesn’t have to be. and how will i hone my editing skills if i never finish a project because it’s not good enough? so let’s practice! thank you for joining me on this evening editing journey ^_^ this was made in one night!! (1 1/2 hrs)
**story :** i suppose this is a bit of a diary entry. morso me connecting with an reoccurring oc, HeaRT, over his love of the moon. the comic itself is more of a metaphor; it happens emotionally instead of physically. HeaRT over the course of his life treats the moon as his safe space, his love and his comfort. sometimes he feels he doesn’t deserve it, and others he wants to run away with it. but it’s a part of him, really. self love and self hate.
and it’s only an eventuality that, after being shot down by some other factor in his life, HeaRT finds himself going out bleeding out and singing his heart out under the moon. trying to please it, or reminiscing on the happier times.
happy october 1st! 🦇
⚠️🩸💀 TW : blood & implied death
had this editing idea yesterday and it was too wonderful to pass up. and giving it some time helped me with setting a sizable and achievable scope
i like this uploading schedule…just Make Art whenever i need it, or have an idea. i want to MAKE more. this isn’t my best work and it doesn’t have to be. and how will i hone my editing skills if i never finish a project because it’s not good enough? so let’s practice! thank you for joining me on this evening editing journey ^_^ this was made in one night!! (1 1/2 hrs)
**story :** i suppose this is a bit of a diary entry. morso me connecting with an reoccurring oc, HeaRT, over his love of the moon. the comic itself is more of a metaphor; it happens emotionally instead of physically. HeaRT over the course of his life treats the moon as his safe space, his love and his comfort. sometimes he feels he doesn’t deserve it, and others he wants to run away with it. but it’s a part of him, really. self love and self hate.
and it’s only an eventuality that, after being shot down by some other factor in his life, HeaRT finds himself going out bleeding out and singing his heart out under the moon. trying to please it, or reminiscing on the happier times.
