Today it’s finally come here, to me, my sweet drawing monitor! <3
No, I didn’t buy cintiq, I’ not so rich. I bought UGEE-2150, 21’. A bit expensive for me too, but this is much more cheaper than cintiq ^^
I have some problem with them and I hope I’ll resolve it quickly But… _________________________________________
В любом случае хватит о грустном. У меня тут просто невероятная новость! Я купил монитор для рисовача!!! АААААААА /радостно прыгает/ Надо
привыкать, смотреть что как удобней… нашла пару проблем которые надо
решить.. Но всё будет! В любом случае порадуйтесь вместе со мной!
Сбылась мечта идиота!:DD
Behind her rode Cristina, who had her hands in the air and was shrieking with happiness. “Emma!” she shouted. “Emma, look, no, hands!”
Emma glanced back and laughed aloud. Mark who rode Windspear with and air of familiarity, Kieran clinging to his belt with one hand, was not as amused. “Use your hands!” he yelled. “Cristina! It’s not a roller coaster!”
- Lord of Shadows, (The Dark Artifices Book 2) Cassandra Clare
Carousels carry a curious energy, one of steadiness, repetition, and agelessness. It makes sense that they would become resting places for spirits whose existences lack those energies…. and also who need a place to sit.
Also available on Instagram, as well as new work I haven’t scanned yet!
So I finally crossed off a long-held fanart goal of mine – to draw a Harlequin romance cover xD. It was a pleasure to collab with Tsumi (again) and Bette Noire for the first time. Her Big Bang NOVEL (because calling it fanfic doesn’t do it justice) was a privilege to read, and I only wish I had enough time to complete more illustrations for it.
Art for The Scottish Boy by Bette Noire (Stucky Medieval AU, 120k) The year is 1333. The English are at war with Scotland. 19-year-old West Country knight Sir Steven excels at jousting, but yearns to prove himself in real action. So he jumps when his sponsor, Baron Alexander Pierce, invites him on a secret mission with a dozen elite knights. They ride north to a crumbling Scottish keep, capturing the feral, half-starved boy within and putting the other inhabitants to the sword. And nobody knows, or nobody is saying, why the flower of English knighthood snuck over the border to capture a savage, dirty teenage boy. Pierce gives the boy to Steve as his squire, with only two rules: don’t let the boy escape, and convert him to the English cause.