The Very Best

A commission for @claines ! he’s such a cute scootie bootie

I wanted to thank you guys for following me as long as you have been! Seeing as the lot of you (or so I hope!) are roleplayers, I’d love to draw for you as a token of my appreciation for your support of this trashy pyrotechnic I portray here.

The rules are ultimately very simple.

- - - Be following this blog. - - - Like and reblog this post as many times as you want. - - - If you follow me on multiple blogs, you can like/reblog there too!

The deadline is June 15th, 2015 at 11:59 PM EST.

I have gotten better at art since I first started (tremendously so, oh my god), and I believe that drawing for both this loser and for silly little roleplay things has bettered my art, so I would like to draw your characters (or whoever you’d want me to draw)!

There will be one (1) winner, and they can choose from one of my many different styles of drawing, all displayed here. The most recent example of my pixel art would be this, while my celshading, lineless and soft shading are best displayed in these three pictures respectively.

Thanks again for following!!!

She also got moody when I called her moody.

Her brows fall as he admits his fatigue–probably mental, most likely from crying–and pity has her gently wrapping those arms around his waist before giving him the tiniest little peck on the cheek.

“I bet he’d want you to mann up.” She smirked, hoping he’d take the bait as she pulled away to–

Really? Empty the watering can into a bucket? She’s trying to be subtle and do it out of his sight, but…

After that tiny bout of fussing, she turns back around, the bucket dangling behind her back in tightly gripped hands.

I mean.

How perfect. Awful violin as the background music for Dale’s mourning.

Jake would discover Dale to be an absolute mess - face down on his bed, eyes red and puffy.  He’d stopped crying, but it was obvious he was walking a knife’s edge and even the smallest thing could cause the gush of tears to start anew.

Jake would discover Dale to be an absolute mess - face down on his bed, eyes red and puffy.  He’d stopped crying, but it was obvious he was walking a knife’s edge and even the smallest thing could cause the gush of tears to start anew.

“He then proceeded to hang his head and walk out the door, in shame. He has not been seen since.”

One of the pillars holding up Dale’s reality had crumbled.  How could this be?  Saxton Hale, defeated by a small girl?  Leaving with his head hung in shame?