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Requests...anyone?I left briefly due to all kinds of shit. I disappear sometimes.
I'm trying to beef up my gallery since this is my new account. If you have a request (why), I welcome it & need the practice. I'll make you art to the best of my ability- all I want is the experience and inspiration, and the chance to work outside of my comfort zone. I'm not a great artist and it may appear vain to set rules, but I only ask you respect a few of my exceptions.
1. I will draw most types of fanart, even if I don't play the game, watch the show, etc- I'll research it a little before I start. I ask only two things. I know my gallery consists mainly or completely of TF2, and a loooootttt of TF2 players are bronies. Do not ask me to draw ponies. I will say no. I have nothing against bronies at all, and am not insulting their lifestyles. I'm sure someone talented on here would love to do it for you, seeing as it's so popular right meow. Also, if it's fanart you want, I will not draw your OC's or self-inserts. Howe
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
Stuck The car sputtered and shook as it came to an almost silent stop. The engine had gone silent as the horn beeped loudly through the dark night. The orange gas light blinked mockingly at the woman behind the wheel. It was making fun of her; she knew it was making fun of her. Grabbing the black cellular phone on the passenger seat, she looked at it with full intention of calling somebody to come help her.
“Oh, what the hell?!”
The “no service” sign was mocking her at the same exact time. The horn beeped loudly as she slammed her head against it once again. The day was out to get her in general. She had arrived at all her classes late, and her son was sick with the flu. The babysitter was able to watch him as she went to her late night classes. Giving a heavy sigh, she lifted her head off the wheel to look out the window. Drops of water pooled on the windshield as rain started to fall in a pitter-patter pattern. She didn’t quite understand the message th
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^Nyx-Valentine arrived in our community and started whipping everyone into a frenzy with her relentless desire to bring the Artistic Nude and Fetish galleries to the fore. 9 years later, and it's safe to say that Nyx is not only a leader as a photographer in these galleries, but she has also established herself as a much saught after model. ^... Read More