FIGHT ME.
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Ah yeah, i guess i should open them again. Though i did have to bump the price to $5. and $9 for 2. Because they were supposed to be really simple, but they turned into the two on the bottom.
So yeah. Updated icon commission sheet here
I don’t sleep.
Just kidding. Close to it though.
On days i wanna update, i think of what’s probably going to happen next, and i start drawing. I start around 9 or 10 in the morning and draw/waste time till about 8 or 10 at night. It takes the whole day to make 5 mediocre pages. Half the problem is having notes like this: 
I make most of this comic up on the spot. I’m sure if i knew how to actually draw humans, and had it planned it out better, I would be spitting them out even faster.
Thanks for the kind words!
“Okay,” she declared as she flipped her cellphone shut. “Show me this book of yours.”
I jumped from where I was sitting on the cement wall in front of the student centre. She had walked a little ways away from me to call her sister about the string, I had glanced down at my own blackberry but I couldn’t think of who to call.
“You want to see it?” Not that I didn’t enjoy showing off my hard work to those who rarely asked to see it. My book would put anyone else’s Red Week book to shame. I had also dreamed of sharing this book with my partner during Red Week, there’s a blank section entitled “Your Dreams” because I wasn’t to tell my partner what their label or name was.
It simply did not occur to me that she would be the type of person to want to look at a Red Week book.
“Why wouldn’t I?” She shrugged and I watched the string shrink as she walked closer to me.
There were a lot of reasons why she might not want to see my book. Mostly centering around the assumption that “this chick is obsessive and will probably end up planning our entire future to the hour I must run away as soon as we break the string.” Which, to be fair, was one of my recurring nightmares.
Instead of elaborating, I nodded and led her back across campus to my dorm. Cue more string applause and whistles.
Invite me to your wedding.
I’ve been reading someone’s life diary, and i’m kind of inspired to draw my own. I’m quite busy though, And my life is no where near as interesting as this guys.
This is a work of fiction based on Torakodragon’s Tied in Red universe. Because no matter what she does I’m apparently her slave that writes based on her beautiful art. I will never escape this madness.
I was the kind of teenager who kept a Red Week book. Sure there was also the wedding book but my main focus was my dream Red Week. It wasn’t so much imagining and planning what my fated partner would look like - other people did that. Not me. There was no point in dreaming up your ideal lover when you had no say in the matter about appearances or personality, which some kids were awfully bitter about. Therefore, I focused my planning on events and other ways to fill up Red Week.
It had scraps of fabric for outfits I’d want to be wearing for Red Week, restaurant menus and takeout places where we could eat, cut outs for hotels we might want to stay in if we didn’t want to go to the other’s apartment or, worst case scenario, our parents’ house. Not to mention movie reviews of all my favorite movies that I’d want to share with my fated person.
There were also rules. I refused to kiss before Red Week was over. Had to be right at the end. No kissing to break the string, none of that. I wanted my Red Week, even if things didn’t turn out to be fate with this person. That’s what I feared most about the string tugging on my finger where other people hoped for it. Not to be a match, despite what fate says. Because sometimes fate gets things wrong and people don’t end up staying together.
I wanted the fairy tale.
What I got was Winifred Howell.
THANK YOU O MUCH. :‘O
I don’t think this texture is on most versions of Sai though??? :’D I’m sorry, I hope this helped.
So I wanted to end this series properly instead of finding an ending in the last thing I wrote. So here’s the ninth and final installment in the couch series.
It’s so weird for this to be ending, it was the first fic I ever wrote for Torah. It’s the reason why we’re such close friends. I’m going to miss it, but it’s time to move on. Thank you to everyone who has supported this.
“So this is it.” Stiles said, hesitancy in his voice along with confidence and excitement that they were both feeling today.
“Yeah,” Derek nodded, lifting another box into the large moving van they had rented. “This is the last of it.”
Stiles inhaled, staring up into the large container that held all their belongings. They had loaded Derek’s stuff first from his loft, because well… Derek didn’t have that many personal belongings to his name. Just the basics really. Whereas Stiles… had a multitude of equipment and games and clothes and furniture all crammed into his bedroom and other places in the house. Going through the basement weeks in advance had been absolutely exhausting and a little gross.
But it was time. It was time to move on from Beacon Hills and start a new life. Derek and Stiles decided they would do that together.
I wish Smack Jeeves had something like that, so people could actually subscribe.
Would setting up a Facebook page help? or a twitter? just post an update whenever? Idk, just coming up with possible solutions. If anyone else would like me to set something up like that, lemmie know. ; u ;
Ermm… on Smack Jeeves, i think it just tells you the last time i updated it. And usually every time i post a few pages, i make a post on tumblr. Did you mean something else like email alerts? ; u ;
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MY STYLE IS LITERALLY SCRIBBLE UNTIL IT LOOKS OKAY.
THANK YOU SO MUCH
You could say it was…..
Suddenly… SALAD
Wouldn’t you like to know?
I apologize, i don’t really have… a certain brand… :’D Everything I’ve ever used is just whatever i had at the time. Nothing fancy usually.
Colored pencils: Crayola
Markers: Crayola…
Pencils: mechanical/Faber Castell
Paper: Any sketchbook paper, copy paper. :P
Tablets: I use a Wacom bamboo: Create
Thank you! I don’t even remember what’s going on. my face is numb. I think people like it? I hope so.
Thank you!
It’s usually the same basic things from each species: horns, ears, and tail. Different species may have some unique things. Like shift spades have a few extra spikes on their head and rear.
Even if a dragon does have wings, they aren’t usually out due to inconvenience and being ineffective. Their world is completely use to dragons and other mythical creatures. So for one to shift into a full grown dragon in a parking lot, is completely normal.
Most dragons can control what features they allow to shift, claws for quick opening, tail for balance, etc. They rarely shift completely human, being a dragon, they are quite proud creatures. They keep horns and tails out to show species and status. Some species are just considered more superior to some, and individuals more superior to others. Hierarchy is based on power and physical features like horns or shape of tail.
Whiskers over here is an example of a different feature some dragons may have.
While the large blue is a respected, or well… feared dragon, for size and power.
Well, I’m going to get as much as i can done this week, or however long i have the will to draw this comic at such a rapid pace. Then hopefully, I’ll get a schedule going or something. ; u ;
