mostly pixel

Boy do I not like it when I see my art edited and cropped and used as RP icons without my permission. Really kinda grinds my gears.

Look, fellas, you wanna use my art? You ask me. I’m not against it, but for Pete’s sake, you still shouldn’t go editing other people’s art! Like, c'mon, that’s SUPER rude!

ESPECIALLY IF you don’t have permission! I don’t care what it’s for, it’s still you taking my art!

[anonymous requested: ‘Oh! That’s nice to hear! :) Could I please request a gif of “mostly void, partially stars” where at first it’s just black but then there are more and more stars? Or maybe pixelized (?) cecilos that could be used as an icon? Artist’s choice! :) Thanks so much in advance! :)’]

jeremy was last seen … looking out the window at the sky (mostly void, partially stars).

Well, here you go! For @dailyshinycutiefly! I may not be the best at digital art, but I have a lot of experience with Pixel Art! (Mostly small stuff…) So, I decided to make this! Have a great night to all of you reading this!

If you don’t want an outline, here! I might add some animations to this some time. Sorry these images aren’t very big, but if anyone knows how to make them bigger, feel free to speak up! (Again, good night!)

*collapses into pile* I’m probably going to tweak a few more things with the colors, but this print is technically officially DONE~



“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Carlisle,” Westley smirks and reaches out to shake Madeleine’s father’s hand.

“I wish I could say the same,” he retorts, his hard gray eyes flickering with palpable distaste.

“Daddy, don’t be mad,” Maddie interjects anxiously. “I’ve been wanting to introduce you to Westley for a while now. He’s my, uh… We’ve been, um… He and I are-”

“Dating,” West finishes smoothly.

“Yes, I gathered as much,” Mr. Carlisle snaps. “I’m not sure why I haven’t heard about it before today, however. I thought we went over this, Madeleine? And you and I agreed that you need to focus on your job and your schoolwork right now?”

Madeleine visibly deflates at his caustic tone. “Well yeah, but then I met Westley and he, um… he asked me-”

“I think I know what he asked you, and we will discuss it later,” Mr. Carlisle silences her with a pointed glare before turning his attention back to Westley. “Now what do you do for a living, Mr…?”

“Monahan, but please, call me West.”

“We’ll see about that,” the silver haired man replies in an icy voice.

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