RSAHNP - More Master! (Patreon)

Though they have a full bag, Shego want's more oysters to feast upon. She is insatiable, not in the clams, but in the effect they have on Ron.

This drawing is just another testimony to my incredibly unpredictable nature and my still ongoing depression. I still can't maintain focus.
I fly from drawing to drawing and even though I am working on the next page of RSHANP and a number of commissions, I am simply not all there yet.
I am getting better, surely, my mood swings are under better control, my anxiety is getting better and my overall condition, yes, I can say, I am getting better.
But no matter how many steps, they are baby steps.

It is really hard for me, but I want to say this to all my Patrons that I cannot thank you enough.
I am really really grateful. The entire human vocabulary doesn't have enough ways for me to describe how amazing it feels to have your support.
A lot of my work I upload is stuff I have had in my mind for months, but simply had not the energy nor the willpower to draw and share with you all.
    I am at a place in my life that I honestly didn't think I would live to see. I had at some point almost lost my ability to care, because I thought nobody else did.
Sure my family did, and they held onto me, by their fingernails, clawing at me as I was falling away, they kept calling me, and urged me to share what I could do with you guys online. Not because all would love or like it, but they knew some would.
   
   And it is all thanks to you guys. As I approach my 31st birthday by days now, I am honestly thankful to all of you. To all my patrons who has held on to me.
You guys have each and every one of you, given me another reason - to hang on. To hang in there. To live to see another beautiful dawn. To go through a full day and greet the dusk. To enter my bed under yet another moon rising as we all spin through the endless wonder that is our universe. Accepting that I am an artist.
   A hard realisation that took me a lifetime to find a little pride to say about my self.
I am difficult, I am sure. I am a mess, clearly. But I am also a product of the world, and the only way to change the world, is to be the change we want to see.
I hope and truly hope that I have to some degree explained how thankful I am, because I am (I am crying while writing this, because it is hard to share. I am not good at sharing my emotions).
I would hug all of you if only I could teleport to all of you and not risk infecting you all.

Thank you. Thank you all.

About the drawing.   

I hope you like the masks. I am pretty fond of them Myself.
I figured I would create some masks that Vivian would make for the team while diving. I call them Gill Masks. Extracting the oxygen directly from the water and then reusing the air you exhale.
I know I know, that is impossible, but the good thing about fiction it doesn't always have to be possible. You have a bigger room of maneuverability and in fact, isn't that what makes fiction so awesome. You make up stuff that is just awesome and you see what sticks.

And by the way... how do we know such masks wont one day be possible? Perhaps they won't look like this, but how can we know it's completely impossible before someone tries?