sefficory

I don't celebrate my real birthday. So you can think that my bday is March 13th :D

I like to draw, sometimes I sculpt and sew toys. Someday I'll learn to play the electric guitar and bass, I hope х)

I love science fiction and dystopias, so fav games is Half Life, Portal, Pressure.. and a few more

Fav music is Type o Negative, Carnivore, Fallout, 4 pozitsii Bruno, Ptitsu Em, porez na sobake.. and a few more

And I really love all kinds of kitties!!!

PRICE :D

ᓚᘏᗢ | sketch | 50/50 | full render | Super detail |

HEAD | 2$ | 4$ | 9$ | 20$ |

50/50 | 3$ | 6$ | 11$ | 30$ |

FULL | 5$ | 8$ | 17$ | 40$ |

Deadline 5-30 days. Price of the background is negotiable. The price may vary, these are approximate prices.

I won't draw : NSFW / NSFL

I'll draw it : everything else? A little nudity is okay

There may be problems with payment ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

examples;

SUPER DETAIL... I'm wasting a lot of time on this. DEADLINE 30-60+ DAYS

Full render. maybe a little more details are optional

50/50 It's a half sketch, meaning I don't I don't pore over coloring and effects the way I do with full-render artworks.

you can't let me fall - there are some things that don't benefit me and sometimes harm me, but I keep dragging them with me, because without these things, it seems, it will be even worse for me

The idea of this drawing first came to my mind when a friend said that this music reminded her of me in some way

Time tears to pieces, every day is a scream,

And only with ringing in the ears the moment dissolves.

And, if everything is good, you will hear your laughter –

It's time laughing, throwing its head back...

If something is wrong, a moan stifled by a tear

Will lie like a grain of sand at the bottom of the flow of murky times.

And sometimes – only time and emptiness,

And nothing happens – silence.

Silence... shh! Quiet-quiet-quiet. Silence.

Silence... shh! Quiet-quiet-quiet. Silence.

Silence... shh! Quiet-quiet-quiet. Silence.

Silence... shh!.

I hear the whisper of her lips, the subtle scent of perfume,

I hear the rustle of her dress and the sounds of footsteps.

When she sleeps, I hear what she dreams;

I even hear how she raises her eyelashes.

If suddenly she cries quietly into the pillow at night,

I will count how many tears she hides from me.

And now she's gone, she went somewhere,

And nothing happens – silence.

Loneliness frightens and takes me prisoner.

I hear the quiet scraping of circulatory systems,

And the heart beats on my head with a huge hammer of pain,

And eats away at my eyes from the protruding salt.

I count seconds, I count hours.

I'm waiting for the one who should bring silence,

And he comes with a package in which winter hides,

Water, a spoon, cotton wool and silence.