|You can also ask me a question or my OC's~ =7=|
Oh, and the WIP above is for ~Epic-Sushi-Ninja~
|You can get your OC in my comic: Hollow Oni if you draw your OC in my OC uniforms~ >w<|
So far it's just the high school uniform though...
In the meantime, feel free to ask me or my OC any questions!
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Help me then I can help you~ [my username on PokeFarm is nadeshikofan too <3]
And you could just click my party, no need to click the ones in the fields if you don't want to o3o
FormulasShe would always ask herself the same question almost every single time she saw him.Formulas by ~StellaMuffins
Her eyes observed him with a gentle sigh escaping her pink lips. Comparing to him, who had striking popularity, good looks, and money, she was a nobody. What could she compare to? Despite her championship status, she wasn't really all that popular; it seemed that most forgot about her when she had left up to Mount Silver. And good looks for her? She didn't think she had looks; she wasn't much of a make-up girl, and she didn't wear the latest fashion trends or anything like that. Her hair was a dull brownish color, and she had the same colored eyes. Money, however, was beyond that. She wasn't the richest kid in the neighborhood, and her battle winnings weren't much, but she at least managed to survive throughout her journey with that.
He was the perfect boy, and she was the imperfect girl.
'Am I a burden?'
The Viridian City gym leader walked out of the gym, hands in his pockets. His emerald eyes
Finland x Reader [Contest Entry]I'm drowning wherever I walk, yet nobody notices how horrid this silent suffering is because they themselves are involved. I take a step, and I feel nothing as I continue to march on, watching in silence. They don't know who I am in the those meetings for the nations, and they have yet to realize what I do. I'm merely an observer in this cruel world. And that is all I can do along with the others.
Lonely as I may be, I often meet up with North Antarctica, otherwise known as the North Pole. This life becomes interesting, yet a boring monotone gray sky. It changes so easily, or it remains the same for a short time.
I wonder if I'll remain? I am going through the most changes... so wouldn't it mean that I'll lose this life and be changed once again?
It's funny now that I think back. Because all of this became my fault because of a stupid mistake I did.
I barely made contact with anyone... yet I fell the most...
"Are you alright?! [Name]!!
Lake of Memories - Norway x Reader [Contest Entry]Warnings:
Norway x Reader Contest Entry
Sort of a Songfic [look in description for translations &/or fast links to the lyric ver. of the songs]
Reader doesn't remember a friend
Kinda depressing-ish but has a sorta okay-ish ending? I dunno, tell me what you think, I love ideas >w< //kicked
Human names used
I used notepad [like with all my other stories] so hopefully I got at least a majority of the mistakes //sobb
I was smiling. I was crying. I felt happy.
....but I felt... sad... and... tired... at the same time.
What was it welling up in my mind?
Was I... actually happy for him...?
Everyday was just a normal day. I woke up on dull mornings that shined brightly in contrast with me and my room.
I get up, do my usual routine, and then the rest of the day is simple, real
Bitter P1: Secrets [Romania x Reader]I sat down at a table with Madeline, Lili, and Vash behind me. Amidst the idle chatter of the dim-litted room, the seats were filled and it was now the teacher's part of the act, thanking our sponsors, stating the rules, and then informing us who our MC's would be. So far it's just the same old same old, nothing new really happened.
Shortly after, the teacher thanked the sponsors and began stating the rules of the Poetry Slam.
"First of all, each poet gets three minutes plus a ten second grace period to read one poem, or to recite one poem, if it goes over the time limit then points will be deducted, if they go over the limit then our lovely musicians," the teacher explained, gesturing to Antonio who played a light tune on his guitar. The teacher turned back to face the audience. "The poet may not use props, costumes, or musical instruments, and it must be their original work. Once the poet receives their scores from the judges, the high and low scores are dropped and the rest are adde
|Before you asked, there were problems with that widget which was my internet connection and I ended up accidentally resetting this thing... oh well... =_=|
I really can't exactly donate points... because I don't have that many. So please don't simply come up to me and ask for them unless you have a reason.
I am willing to lower the price since my art isn't that great c:
Friends are people on my Friend's List-Thing
[Traditional] Sketch: 10
[Traditional] Colored: 15
[Digital] Line Art: 15
[Digital] Colored: 20
[Traditional] Sketch: 10 [+5 per character]
[Traditional] Colored: 15 [+5 per character]
[Digital] Line Art: 25 [+5 per character]
[Digital] Colored: 30 [+5 per character]
Prologue & Chapter 3: 25
Prologue & Chapter 5: 30
Prologue & Chapter 5+: 30+ [Varies with the amount of chapters]