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The Blue Archive Arab Dancers series is slowly approaching its finale. At this point, I've drawn most of the popular characters I wanted to cover for the artbook.
Looking back, this has become my second most successful series, surpassed only by the Azur Lane Loading Screens
It took me almost two months to finish silksong. I just got back into apex last november 22 and ive only taken so little breaks. My L4D2 is 160 hours. Im genuinely going fucking insane dude
Everytime I play this fucking game my nails start slowly ripping off https://t.co/DHFRS1KFgC
OPEN FOR COMMS !!! :D
made a much more straightforward comm sheet and also because im slowly getting out of art burn out :] will post art examples in replies because i just did a quick example here
こちらの再録2は、🐯さんに入ってる分で最後になります〜
12月イベントへの持ち込みはしないので、お迎え考えて下さってる方いらっしゃいましたら、🐯さんからよろしくお願いします🙇
・再録本「Slowly flowing day2」
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https://t.co/xB4RHi78G7
been in a slump lately after vacation, but getting the rhythm back slowly
|| Slowly but surely the sketch takes shape
Santos why did I give you such a stupid jacket https://t.co/rR6j5M7NU8
Roleswap ranwan AU! Imagining how sweet these two can be when cwn grows a lil older. Mo Ran's natural sunshine disposition slowly but surely healing cwn's insecurities and fears. Little does cwn know, how much he heals Mo Ran's very own scars he keeps deep, deep inside…. #2ha
26 - Sulky Squeeze
for best results, read it slowly, waiting 1-2 seconds between each panel and bubble
https://t.co/5vdMJARVwJ https://t.co/MUh64IV9Wl
artober week 3 i am slowly getting hit by the laziness.... also 19 was con day so i didnt have time to draw but today i hurt my wrist so i can't draw today too! i did 17 and 18 on the same day but i got really tired after #zzzero
Nikke has always been very good at spreading little hints and implications here and there like fragments in their main story and events and slowly piecing it together into something bigger
this EDEN SPEAR side story is very good, the anniversary event is going to be crazy
White bird prays on hollow wood,
Stood perched, still through grazing gale;
With whispered eyes, lowly stood
Waited for a moment’s bail
With wind’s long sleep softly stirred,
It deftly dove, patience’s paid;
Stillness broke, no sound was heard
Steeped in crimson, the bird preyed