A traditional artist trying to learn digital and sharing the results on here.*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･♡･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*Never apologise for messy art, some will be good and some will be shitty. What matters is that you’re creating. I for one like to post ridiculous fan comics.*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･♡･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*Australian uni student: Writing & English.I have a tendency to spend all day at the beach and be awake all night - but whether that’s reading, dancing, partying, or scrolling the depths of obscure wikis varies.
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Inktober 2018 Day 3: ???
Inktober 2018 Day 3: ???
I was too tired to do a proper prompt. This is why.
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