@bunny-yams, I know you aren’t feeling emotionally well and I care deeply for your well being. So I decided to draw you some of my characters saying some positive things to you! I hope this helps you a little bit. And I’m going to be drawing some more for you.
I hope you feel better soon! Please don’t push your self too hard.
It seems that the Little One from my Easter short earned quite a bit of attention (she did put cute in the story).
Well as you all know, little one is Judy’s little sister that kind of resemble her except the ear tips and lighter eyes, kind of lilac color (no idea how many of that exist in the fandom already)
So I let @pyrophoricitee come up with a name for her, he gave me Lily. I guess from now on, I’ll call little one as Lily.
And that shirt pattern is definitely not Asriel Dreemurr (ㆀ･з･)
I don’t think my characters Bonnie and Catie would want to have a child, but if they wanted, that’s how I imagine their child. Her name would be Candy. :3
Obviously I know that two women can't reproduce, but in fiction everything is possible. xD
meet my oc - Echo !! o: u probably will see him a lot bc its summer and his design reminds me of summer so yeah,,,
few facts bout him: hippie
hes pan (and has a trans girlfriend!! ill try to draw her tomorrow) smells like weed 24/7 likes old rock bands (nirvana, guns n roses, ac/dc, queen, the beatles, the rolling stones etc.) and wears their shirts (forgot to draw whoops) goes to woodstock every year (idk if u know what woodstock is bc im not sure if its that well known?? so “przystanek woodstock” is basically an annual rock/metal music festival in poland)
This good looking dragonborn sorcerer is called Maranask. Commissioned by the cordial: Charredlore.
Ally and friend of Warlock Adaephon, he’s surly, grumpy and has simply stopped aging, thanks to a blessing from Bahamut that he never wanted any part of.
“I saw entire cities enwreathed in dragonfire, their denizens melting as great winged shapes exulted amidst the pillars of smoke and ash. A great civilization crushed beneath unending war, drowning in a tide of blood that could not, would not let itself be stemmed. I’ve lost more than you could ever dream of having, hatchling.” ~ Charredlore