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Just giving you folks a heads up on what I've been keeping busy with art-wise. Everyone's favorite angel is in the bottom left, courtesy of [link] , while one known as a guy in the top right, clearly labeled as such. He is a tribute to the table-top charcter building process, during which the name is traditionally the last part of the character record filled out.

The cute little angel might end up being a contest entry once it's all said and done. My experiences roleplaying with the character primarily revolve around her being memory-wiped whenever a particular word is said, so a clueless little pose is practically a requirement, as it's so underrepresented.

Christ but I'm tired... got a headache from staying up so long, now it hurts too much to sleep. I hate feeling like my body is betraying me.

Also, since this is in scraps and unlikely to be seen, I will announce, two weeks late, that I turned 26. I don't like birthdays, and you people are entirely too nice and would do... something. Now, if you did, I think you'd be a bunch of insensative pricks because you'd be two weeks late in doing... whatever.

But you aren't going to do anything, so I retain my slightly baffled mixture of joy and surprise that you keep coming back to look at my art.

Enjoy.

Description
Just giving you folks a heads up on what I've been keeping busy with art-wise. Everyone's favorite angel is in the bottom left, courtesy of [link] , while one known as a guy in the top right, clearly labeled as such. He is a tribute to the table-top charcter building process, during which the name is traditionally the last part of the character record filled out.

The cute little angel might end up being a contest entry once it's all said and done. My experiences roleplaying with the character primarily revolve around her being memory-wiped whenever a particular word is said, so a clueless little pose is practically a requirement, as it's so underrepresented.

Christ but I'm tired... got a headache from staying up so long, now it hurts too much to sleep. I hate feeling like my body is betraying me.

Also, since this is in scraps and unlikely to be seen, I will announce, two weeks late, that I turned 26. I don't like birthdays, and you people are entirely too nice and would do... something. Now, if you did, I think you'd be a bunch of insensative pricks because you'd be two weeks late in doing... whatever.

But you aren't going to do anything, so I retain my slightly baffled mixture of joy and surprise that you keep coming back to look at my art.

Enjoy.