Of course I’d make a snazzy landscape to go along with this :)
Sam’s ohgodIforgotaboutthesecuritydeposit fund!
Hey friends! I’m doing emergency commissions starting next week to pay for the security deposit I totally forgot about that’s due at the end of the month! I’m looking to fill 15 spots or so spots. All commissions will be preferably without complex backgrounds and each additional character will be + half of the original cost. Feel free to drop me a note on deviant art or leave me an ask here if you are interested C:
All payment must be done via paypal.
Thigh up: 20$
Full Body: 30$
This also includes the really raunchy naughty stuff ;D
Your help and support would be greatly appreciated in these financially stressful times(I have no nails left to chew q.q)! Thanks a bunch you guys <3
Update: 5/15 Spots reserved! Thanks thanks thanks dkjsdakljdkaljdlajsd <3333
Oh don’t mind me. Just my seeing eye sloth.
Warm up drawing of the day :] Been drawing monster girls and autumn clothes like madddddd. I’m in the middle of renovating a house and dealing with a sinus infection/bronchitis but I’ll do my best to draw and update more often! So glad I shook the rust off.
I can pinpoint the exact moment I started using a tablet, started using sai, and started taking art seriously.
“Wake up” he demanded sternly, but his words did not incite haste, nor fear. In fact the only thing she felt was the cold darkness churning around them, threatening to consume them both. His stoic gaze focused on hers, but she said nothing. There they lingered in the shadows, accompanied only by the soft humming of machine parts and sharp nervous breaths.
She felt his hold on her tighten as her eyes dropped to the abyss trembling beneath them-His bony mechanical claws sinking effortlessly into her pale flesh. She felt no pain or fear, only the cold. “It’ll take us both, wont it..?” she questioned softly. He could feel her heart beat becoming more and more erratic with each passing moment.
His voice then resonated through the darkness-Its tone dark and wanting. The words he murmured were otherworldly and haunting, but she understood without knowing. His hands moved with silent purpose, urging her to see him. Truly see him. And around them bloomed thousands of tiny glimmering stars and bands of distant nebulae.
“I am the waking nightmare
The hypnagogic jerk
The voice that stirs your sleep
But please do not be mistaken-
I do not weave dreams
Only take them”
Then came the fear, the panic in heavy crashing waves against her sternum. The fear that one day the void threatening to assimilate them both would take him far from her. She’d sooner be taken by the darkness than let him return to the stars.
KEVIN AND I MURDER ALL THE DOODS.