hello! i only found your account last week and i love all of it!(you definetly deserve more recognision!!)youve made me start shipping BBKO!, could you maybe draw human them in their racer outfits?? (god i feel so cheeky !) x
Commissions I finished during ACen~!! Lost of FE but I also drew Dangan Ronpa/Ace Attorney/Zero Escape/OCs as well! The first one was a sample I drew. The Jokamu one was for @darth-salem-emperor-of-earth, and the second to last pics are from weebueno (the customer) who asked me to draw in his limited edition Valentia Artbook which was so cool!!
Thank you very much to those who commissioned me during ACen, and to those who dropped by at Kai’s&her sister’s&my table!! It was amazing thanks to you guys! (+I missed my neighbors from ACen2016 Artist Alley and hope to see you next year!;w;)
It was great to spend time with Kai, her sis and my roomie~ Now to relax and enjoy my vacation before getting back to commissions and traveling…(˘ω˘)♥
I got a question about drawing injuries, and I typed up a pretty lengthy response so I wanted to share it here as well.
I get asked a lot about hand strains and injuries, and it is something most artists have to face one time or another just because we work so hard for our dreams. I personally don’t get strains or injuries, both for art and for piano playing when I still majored in it, two main creative paths where hand/arm injuries are common. My hands rarely feel tired
and when they do, I stop drawing. So when I get asked, I usually can only offer the fact that you can find a lot of carpal tunnel exercises on google and there’s nothing else I know about relief exercises, other than I find that flinging my
hands also help loosen them up a bit.
The most important thing
about this issue is actually prevention rather than relief. I would like to believe this approach is what prevented me from getting injured–I’ve never really been a push through the pain type person, and glorifying suffering and pain as a sign of hard work is definitely unhealthy, as those are huge signals from your body telling you to stop. There are many
things that I know for sure strains your hands much more than anything else that I will list below, and I believe that, if it is possible for you, the most efficient way to deal with injury is to find out which of
these things is the cause and working around it.
The first big cause is posture; if your
arms have no support points (ie you have to hold your elbow up with your
muscles or tense your wrist to maintain stability) you will strain much
easier, just like how you get tired easier standing at an uncomfortable pose vs a well grounded one. So be sure to seat yourself so that you have somewhere to rest
your arm while drawing, while your body is at a relaxed angle with full support. For a normal tablet, rest your arm and wrist somewhere on the table or the tablet. For a Cintiq or tablet monitor, try having it upright so that your elbow can rest on your desk, and your wrist can rest on the cintiq screen, and you only need to use your fingers to control the pen.
The second cause is your grip on the
pen. This can be caused by your need for precision/speed of repetitive
movement/pressure. Line art, or cross hatching, or pressing hard to get
the darkness of the brush you need, are all high stress activities that
strains your hand much more than, say, rendering or putting down a base
painting. Knowing that, you can:
Use a higher brush opacity or turn off pressure sensitivity
for opacity to prevent yourself from having to press really hard to get brush
impact you want.
Go to your wacom tablet preferences if you have one, and
set the hardness of the brush so that it’s easier to get the brush
opacity/size you want. You want to have the problem of having to try to press lighter for
lighter lines, rather than having to press harder for darker/thicker lines. The latter strains much more than the former.
If your grip of the pen is too tight purely because the pen is slippery/too small for
you/hard to grip, such as old bamboo tablets, there are rubber tablet
pen paddings that you can buy online, or you can just use a layer of
masking tape all around the grip area to increase friction/grip comfort
and make it easier for yourself to hold your pen. A Cintiq or Intuos Pro pen is ideally what you want your pen to feel like: have friction on the surface so your fingers don’t slip, large enough so it rests and takes up space comfortably between your thumb and index fingers without you tensing and curling your hand inwards really hard, and shaped so that your grip is stopped right before the cone of the tip, preventing slipping.
cause is the schedule of your drawing. This may or may not be possible
to change because for a lot of us, a deadline is a deadline. But try to space your tasks so that you cycle between
intense, detailed, hand-straining work, and relaxing, loose, more
brainstorming work. The latter is excellent for hand rest while still being productive creative work. For example, if you are drawing comic pages, it
might make sense in terms of efficiency to sketch 10 pages, then ink 10
pages, then tone 10 pages. But when you are inking those 10 pages
consecutively, that’s when you give your hands no rest and your hand
will start to hurt a lot, while you have no choice but to push through the pain to get the work done. Instead, try to draw these pages one by one, or have a few
drawings at various stages of completion to rotate between. eg. you work
on inking drawing A, then when you feel your hands are strained, switch to
putting down loose underpainting for drawing B, switch back to inking
drawing A, then start brainstorming drawing C and think more/draw less. Give your hands some natural times to rest up with less intense work, and you get work done without
having to lose time by having to really stop drawing altogether.
As tempting as it is to try to feel like you are working as hard as you can to achieve your dreams and aspirations, while feeling guilty about resting/taking the more relaxing route, remember that your hands make your art possible, so treat them well!
Can I ask for how UT, UF Sans and US Paps react to their crush coming into their room and slips under the covers and doesn't say a word when the skelly wakes up but their crush starts tearing up because they just really needed a hug and hopes the skelly doesn't see them as a burden?♡ Thanks so much!!
(* No problem! And might I say, thank you for all the likes. It makes me so happy that you’re enjoying these! <3 )
Sans doesn’t even wake up when you crawl into bed with him. He shifts toward the new warmth, and snuggles in deeper under the covers, becoming a tangled mess of limbs with you. It takes a moment, but slowly, he becomes aware that something’s off about his bed, and he starts to wake up. By the time his eyelights find your teary eyes, he has to blink several times to make sure he’s really awake, that you’re really in both his bed and his arms.
… He didn’t drink too much at Grillby’s last night, did he?
He feels the slight tremble in your body, and he can’t help but respond to the way your arms tighten around him. He’s observant enough to know that you’re upset, and his SOUL clenches at the thought. "you ok, buddy?“ His voice is still thick with sleep, and he’s a little groggy, but he holds onto you tightly. Did something happen? Was it his fault? His mind is racing, trying to play back everything that’s happened recently, but he’s drawing a blank. "it’s ok. everything’s all right.” They’re the words he always wanted to hear himself, so they’re the only way he knows how to help. Well, that and just staying like you are, holding onto each other.
He gently presses his teeth to your temple in a comforting skeleton kiss and reiterates, “everything’s all right.”
Red is instantly awake the second you enter his room, so as soon as you pull back the covers, his eyelights are alert and on you. He’s tense because no one just comes into his room without warning for anything good, but.. when he realizes it’s you, he relaxes, a grin spreading across his face. Heh. He must still be dreamin’; why else would you be sliding in close and holding onto him? Instantly, his arms are around you, pulling you against his chest, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "i could get used to this, ya'know? feel free to wake me up like this more often.“ He sounds pleased, his smirk evident in his voice.
He starts to fall back asleep, perfectly content to be tangled with you, when he feels something damp against his cheek. Automatically, he freezes.. and slowly pulls back to look at your face. He glimpses the tears and internally starts cursing. Why didn’t he notice something was wrong immediately? "sweetheart…?” His voice is unsteady and soft, a stark contrast to its usual gruff tone. "hey, what’s the matter, huh? don’t cry, ok?“
You don’t have to explain anything to him. Red gathers you close and rocks gently in the bed, lightly rubbing his hand along your back. After a while, he starts to hum, the sound vibrating through his ribs, and he hopes that it’ll help lull you to sleep. In his experience, Bad Nights tend to ease up in the mornings. And he’ll stay like that with you for as long as you need.
Stretch grunts when he feels the bed shift. He’s unconcerned with who it could be since he’s used to Blueberry winding up in his bed if his brother ever has a nightmare.. however, when he feels your arms wind around him, he knows it’s not his brother, and he’s suddenly wide awake. It takes him a second longer than usual to process what’s happening, but when he does, he slides an arm around your shoulders and tries to locate a clock. Whatever time it is feels too early to be sentient. "hey hun. so what’re yo–” The query dies in his throat. He notices something’s amiss right away, and he immediately rolls onto his back and pulls you halfway onto his chest. Both of his arms wind around you. "hey, what’s wrong? you didn’t have a nightmare, did you?“ The question is light, though his lazy grin is lop-sided. He’s trying not to make a big deal out of it because he doesn’t want you to feel like you’re being a bother.
“shh, it’s ok. i’m right here. just relax.” The phalanges of one hand stroke the back of your head, while his other hand lazily skims along your back. He won’t pressure you to talk about it; he’ll hold onto you as long as you want. Though, later, he’ll casually mention that he’s always around if you need to talk, no matter what time it is.
trying to relax with some rendering. been TRYING to do actual big boy rendering with the red wonder woman and this randomfauxhawk lady, but i always reset to drawing blocks or value (same way i paint).
the top one is a random face, based off a silly expression i made at myself. the second one was from a GIF, i think it’s Maisie Williams? but i don’t watch GOT so it’s just a random file i found. not really going for a likeness and it shows. last one is out of my head, the notorious hanna lee from my sithri project.
Someone came up with the idea of OT4 (DJFoxLadyNoir), superheroes wooing the citizen on Parisian balconies, and I need it like I need air
I really like the idea of them all starting to flirt with him individually and by the time the third one hits he is all awkward and flustered and running away, and then turns a corner like “Why does this keep happening!?!?’
trying to vent to adrien about it and cant understand why adrien looks flustered about it, but being intrigued to discover that the others are doing it too
I just want Nino so bad to be like “I have no idea why this keeps happening I am so confused?!? Like everybody! Why?!”
I adore ot4 and normal nino with super partners is a freaking perf version of it. Mostly because i want hawkmoth to kidnap him and Nino to be beat up but defiant in Hawkmoths lair like
“Might I remind you pal this aien’t no Lois lane situation. You kidnap Lois Lane you get superman on your ass, you kidnap ME and you get the whole freaking Justice League.”
Normie boyfriend Nino getting offered a miraculous and turning it down cause SOMEBODY needs to be grounded and around to deal with stuff.
Housewife Nino. when they get older he works from home, cooks and cleans for when his boyfriend and girlfriends because they all have full time jobs and also are saving the world so he takes the responsibility of maintaining the house. He gets really great at cooking and is always calling Marinette and Alya’s parents asking for cooking recipes and tips. Like imagine him with his phone tucked in his shoulder as he’s boiling water and sorting through the fridge, on the phone with Sabine like “Okay wait is that last thing totally needed cause like i’ve been crazy swamped and i haven’t been to the store so i only have so much- I don’t? Well what do i switch it with I got like some… no no Alya’s allergic. Well not ALLERGIC but it makes her stomach cramp so I don’t buy that.”
and so on
Older Nino watches the news and only keeps doing things once the fight is over and he knows everyone is okay. He gets involved sometimes when he sees somebody time out and runs over to help and protect them until they can get back out there.
Sometimes the others get so busy they dont appreciate the effort he puts in to make the relationship work, so maybe at some point he is just really worn down and tired because he hasnt gotten to see them in awhile on a personal level, like its always just running through the house or doing work or arguing, and he just wants more than anything for everything in the house to be DONE and for them to be home and his work to be caught up and he’s working towards a burn out- and then he feels arms wrap around his stomach while he’s doing laundry and he turns around to see Marinette with her face in his back, and she slowly starts pulling him out of the room, and he protests but the others come and take the laundry and put it away and eventually he relents and they all go and just sit together for awhile, and it feels so good and for a second they all just relax and start to talk and fill the gaps and make it work.
And the next day even though Adrien must have slipped out at nearly dawn to make it to work out of town everyone finds a small set of roses left for them where he knew they’d see it before starting the day.
Everybody making a huge effort.
Everybody having different dynamics and spats and ways of being together.
One big apartment, three superheros, and the guy who tries really hard.
Been having thoughts all the time, you and
I, and they won’t go away
But I kinda like what it’s like in my mind I
don’t wanna be saved
Every night I’m undressing with him and I’m
thinking of you
Yeah I know it’s the wrong thing to do but I
kinda want to
You were a horrible person, that was the only explanation
for what you were doing. You must simply be a horrible person. Who else would
be having these thoughts, these needs for someone who most definitely wasn’t
Was your boyfriend a perfect person, no. He was mean,
arrogant and in general turning into an insufferable ass, had been doing so
ever since the 100 had been sent to the ground. That did not give you the right
though to be sneaking around behind his back. If he wasn’t so absorbed with
himself no doubt he would have noticed how withdrawn you’d become. After all
you didn’t think you’d been all that subtle about the sneaking around.
God, you were terrible, at night you were there in your tent
allowing him to take off your clothes to pull you down to the bed and all you
could do was imagine he was someone else. Imagine that the hands on your body
belonged to another man. There was a spot down in hell with your name on it for
certain, yet even with that knowledge you couldn’t stop what you were doing.
Couldn’t refuse him when he looked your way.
so i have this near and dear to my heart annual tradition of drawing jekyll and hyde dancing to this song
funny enough i actually took some cues from the first 2015 version as far as lines of movement and physical placement because it’s WAY more fluid and relaxed looking than the second. then again considering how cranky hen’s being in that one the stiffness makes sense
but hey wouldn’t you know it he’s finally starting to coordinate
Request:“When might you be writing a new one? I really want a bellamy and Murphy three way 😍” ~ Anonymous
Right now ✌❤
A/N: I wrote a three way piece a while ago which involved Jasper, and Bellamy. And another with Jasper and Monty. This, however, is new to me. Please enjoy, and as always, don’t be afraid to make requests!
You weren’t sure how it happened exactly. All you knew, is that you were there. Sandwhiched between a wall, and Bellamy. A tender embrace had led to a kiss, this kiss led to only more kissing. More kissing went on to touching, and groping, and Bellamy pushing you against a wall. He panted in between kisses, as he pressed you into the wall. Each hand firmly placed on the structure, while yours wondered over his body. You tugged up his shirt, granting better access to his abs. You ran your fingers across the muscle, up to his chest, and back down. Bellamy gave a small moan in response. Eventually he got fustrated with the piece of fabric, and threw off his shirt, granting you full view. You gently bite his lip playfully, and with that, he took you in his arms. He lifted you up, holding your legs around his torso. He carried you to the couch, and practically threw you down. It was less than seconds before he was back on top of you. Leaving kisses, and hickeys down your neck, you couldn’t help but moan his name. You almost fully undressed, left in nothing but your bra and panties now.
“Hey, Y/N I-” The two of you popped to attention. Your cheeks went a bright red with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I was intruding on something?” Murphy spoke, dropping his hands to his side.
“Uh-I-what-” You struggled to find the words.
“The hell you want Murphy?” Bellamy barked, trying his best to cover you.
“Well, I came to talk to Y/N, but you seem to have beat me to it.” He leaned against the wall.
“You’re doing it all wrong yknow.” Murphy looked down at the floor, then back at the two of you.
“This doesn’t concern you, get the fuck out!” Bellamy tried again. No such lucky, John pushed himself away from the wall, and walked towards you. Your heart was beating fast, you didn’t knkw what to do. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to Murphy too, but, Bellamy. He sat down on the couch beside you, he leaned in, and kissed you. You melted, a sweet tender kiss you never though possible from someone so rough like Murphy. Bellamy watched, wide eyed. Murphy’s hand snaked down to your ass, and groped. You jumped at the sudden grab, cheeks red, and mind overcome with sexual need. He didn’t stop there, he had you sit up forward a little more, and slid his hand down your panties. His fingers traced circles around your clit, forcing a whimper out of you, you leaned back against Murphy. “Hey!” Bellamy tried to argue.
“Look at her Bellamy, she’s melting in my hands.” Murphy purred.
“Don’t touch her-”
“N-No don’t stop.” You whined, grinding your hips against his hand as he fingered you.
“So wet, and so needy. I’m sure the three of us could work something out. What do you say, Bellamy?” Bellamy glanced between Murphy, and you. You gave a small nod, and Bellamy seemed to relax.
“Fine.” He huffed. Murphy removed his hand, causing another needy moan out of you. You were so close, how could he be so mean? Bellamy took you in his arms, and leaned you forward to kiss you again. He removed your bra and groped your breasts while Murphy undressed behind you. You practically dripping, you were so wet. You felt something at your entrance, and let out a gasp once you felt it enter you. Murphy grunted as he started to slowly pump his cock in and out of you. “Hey! Who said you could have her pussy!” Bellamy shouted.
“Well, no one else was using it.” He continued to thrust slowly. You were breathing heavily, moaning and holding onto Bellamy. “See, she likes it.” He gave a quick, deep, hard thrust.
“Ah!” You cried.
“Well pull out.“
“Make me.” Murphy challenged. Bellamy grabbed your arms firmly, and pulled you away from Murphy. You gave more sounds of needy desire as Bellamy held you close against him, holding you by your ass, and sliding his own cock in place of Murphy’s. You gasped in pleasure, as Bellamy started thrusting up into you. You watched you, as Murphy snuck up behind you. He left kisses on your shoulders, and back. “Fine then. If I can’t have her pussy, I’ll make due with what I have over here.” His hands reached down to held Bellamy hold you up. He once again gropped, and smacked your ass. He stroked himself a few times before leaning forward, and placing his tip to your ass.
“N-No not there.” You pleaded. Bellamy kissed you, drawing your attention away as Murphy gently pushed himself inside of you. You pulled away from Bellamy to cry out for a moment. But what was pain a second ago was quickly replaced by a wonderful sensation. Bellamy hadn’t stopped working your pussy either, and once you relaxed, Murphy began thrusting. Slowly, and steadily. While one thrusted in, the other pulled out to thrust again. You felt your legs go weak as they went. “F-Fuck.” You moaned.
“Feels good, don’t it?” Murphy hummed in your ear. “You’re so tight, you feel so good Y/N.” Bellamy grunted, and his thrusts became quicker paced. Murphy took the hint, and soon enough they had worked their way up to slamming into you. Your orgasm had reached it’s peek in the process. You came, and though they both groaned with pleasure in response. They didn’t stop. You became a moaning mess sandwhiched between their bodies. Bellamy took great pleasure in watching you melt, in holding you close and running his hands all up and down your body.
“Fuck, Y/N. I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum.” He grunted. The sounds of the three of you echoed in the room. You came again, easily, crying out in pleasure as you shook. Not long after, Murphy huffed, and grunted. You felt his got cum pour into you. He stayed in for a few seconds while Bellamy finished inside of you. Hot, and filled with their cum, you fell into Bellamy’s arms. Panting, exhausted, and extremely satisfied.
“Wasn’t that fun?” Murphy panted, pulling out. Bellamy watched him, still holding you.“
“I guess.” He groaned reluctantly. You kissed his cheek softly, and Bellamy pulled out to let you rest on the couch. “Did you enjoy that?”
“Do you even have to ask? Look at her. She’s practically a puddle.” You nodded, and smiled slightly. Just to reassure them.
“Thank you for this,” Kate says, watching the waves crest and
recede. The tide is coming in as the sun begins to sink toward the horizon,
their final day together ending. She’ll be heading back to the city in the
morning while he stays for another few days to finish his book. “For making me
take a break.”
Castle smiles, skimming his hand down her back, the touch
gentle. “Of course, Kate. And any time you want to come back this summer -
or ever - just say the word.”
She hums, nodding. The weekend has been amazing, soft and
relaxing, and almost everything she’d needed. Except for one thing.
She twists, refusing to give herself the opportunity to second
guess, touching her lips to the corner of his mouth. “The word,” she
whispers, feeling his sharp intake of breath, the twitch of his fingers against
her skin. “I’m coming back next weekend,” she adds, the press of her lips
more deliberate the second time. “So write fast.”
Her shadow - partner, friend - nods, slipping his arm around her
shoulders, drawing her into his embrace. He grins against her lips, murmuring, “Consider
it done,” before surrendering to her kiss.
The next morning, Cassian rose before the sun even reached the
horizon. The sky was still blanketed with stars although the darkest blues were
changing to the lighted shades of dawn.
Swinging his legs over the bed, Cassian stool, careful to not wake his wife.
way down the hall, Cassian peaked inside of Bay’s room, checking to see if the
pup was still there. But when he appeared inside, the bed was empty. Anxiety
jumped in his veins as he looked further in the room but there was no trace of
Bay other than the unmade bed and his scent: cypress and cloves.
shakily as he stalked down the hall, heading for the library. Once again
Cassian didn’t find Bay. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Cassian prayed the
omega hadn’t taken off after all; it was the middle of winter, far too cold for
a ten-year-old little boy to be outside. He hadn’t imagined the boy purring or
curling up against his chest. He couldn’t have. Bay. Was. Happy.
through the other rooms- finding them empty- before standing in front of Nate’s
closed door and letting loose a shaky breath. This was the last room besides
his and Nesta’s, if Bay wasn’t here, then he really was gone and he would have
to tell his wife. And that would break both of their hearts.
not exactly sure what he expected when he invited Nesta to spend a week
away with him but as always, she managed to surprise him.
She said yes.
elevation he feels, this euphoric flutter in his stomach gets crushed
as soon as he realizes it must’ve been an offer too lucrative to refuse.
But then again, why does he care?
He’s never been one for attachments, Rhys and Az the only family he’s ever needed - and those two are a handful already.
then Nesta Archeron waltzed into his office, all heels and trench coat,
and only bare skin underneath. In the most glorious cosmic mix-up to
ever grace his life, she barged in and shrugged off her Burberry frock,
rendering Cassian mute and his jaw dropped during an important business
call. A strangled shriek escaped her mouth as she realized her mistake
and she fled from his office as promptly as she appeared, a subtle scent
of her exotic perfume lingering in the air.
he went after her. And Nesta faced with him her head held high, her
composure steel and unwavering as if he hadn’t just seen her naked.
Unimpressed with his easy jokes and his confident (although she’d
probably call it cocky) demeanor, she proved to be a worthy opponent
right from the start.
No feelings, no strings attached, no sharing of their personal lives. The rules were simple enough - the deal was struck.
Only a few months have passed since that moment.
And instead of meeting Nesta in some fancy hotel room as per their rules, he’s taking her to his summerhouse in Maine.
im in love with all of your artwork especially the talon tracer, gotta love that badass smirk, but i love the way you draw eyes, would you ever consider doing a mini tutorial on drawing the eyes bc you a have a gift! also, sorry for the long ask
hey there~ sorry it took me a while to reply! your ask made me want to draw Talon!Tracer again - so i did yesterday! (she’s smirking again too hehe) ^^
thank you for the positive feedback on the the eyes in my art/comics! :) i love drawing eyes and i think about them carefully…i think that eyes can tell a whole story behind a character, and can even express things that are not directly shown or said.. ^^ i might make a tutorial eventually, but for now i think i still need to improve on this aspect of drawing as well as everything else! ^^
one tip i have is to look at references and study them as much as u can: whether it’s of characters, of comic art, of people you observe irl, or your own face in the mirror! it always helps to make a facial expression yourself, and look at which muscles on your face are relaxed or tense - eventually you will be able to tell just by the feeling. OW’s character animations are amazing because they’re so expressive and i’ve screencapped tons of facial expressions that i study a lot (i love derpy split-second faces too XD). once you know a character’s face well enough, it will feel natural to imagine them making faces in your mind. ^^ you can even imagine them making a face that they haven’t made in the game!
in short, i think it’s important to study the whole face and then expressing emotion just with the eyes will go with it! :D
Is too nervous to actually approach the counter. Cause wants to see Hoseok and finally relax. But also has seven movie projects to finish for second semester, two exams and one scientific paper to write about script difference between Asian and American TV shows. So nervously walks two steps towards counter and then three back again... 🙈 -🐨
It was drawing close to the end of her pregnancy now, thank god, so the occasional twinge, like the one that Snow had just felt, was pretty normal. But that particular one felt a little…different from the others that she’d had.
She paused for a few seconds, waiting to see if it returned, but nothing ever came. She sighed, partly from relief, partly from just general exhaustion, and quickly finished her plate of food before half-heartedly dumping it in the dishwasher.
The worst thing that Snow could do at this point was worry, so instead she just tried to breathe deeply and stay as relaxed as she possibly could. Hopefully she’d just be able to sleep it all off and go about her day normally tomorrow. Hopefully.
I drew this about two days ago after hearing the song “Relax” by Frankie Goes to Hollywood. I wanted to draw HOT PINK and 2D. At first, he was just in a suit with a pink tie and pink sunglasses, but then I thought, “I REALLY want to draw a fluffy jacket on him.”
So the fluff appeared. I guess I was going for a motorcyclist look? Sorta? I thought one time I read that he rode a motorcycle, or I might’ve just dreamed that up in my head. I’m not sure.
There’s actually a second version of this, which will be sent as soon as possible.
To the mod: I’ve said it probably too many times, but thank you. You’re a very sweet person, a fantastic roleplayer, and you go above and beyond for an immersive roleplaying experience, putting lots of little details that make this a great place to be; whether it’s changing the blog color to fit a mood ((I WAS ALWAYS SUSPICIOUS OF THE BLOG CHANGING COLOR AFTER THAT HOT PINK MESS)), or changing the music. I’m so happy for your success for this blog, and even though I might not be around, I still support you!
The Alt 2D AU was created by 2ds-melodica. Thanks to her promoting this blog, I found it and had a good time here! Thanks for creating such an awesome idea and character!
This is a gift for the askalt2d blog. –=:>
((I’m actually tearing up right now. This means so much to me, and your art is absolutely gorgeous. I wish you all the best, you deserve it ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️))