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Not first come first serve! Everyone has a chance, and winners are random! :'D This will probably end in a few days, you have time to request!
ONLY CANINE CHARACTERS
If you win, I´ll make you a drawing for free! They will only be flatcolored, since I don´t have the time to do larger pieces these days, but I'm in the mood for practicing like this! :') (They´ll look something like this, but with one character and no shadows.)
How to get a request:
1. You must favorite this journal.
2. You must favorite this drawing:
3. Comment below with a reference sheet of the character you want me to draw if you win.
-ONLY canine characters! If you request a character of another sp
.People often tell me things likeMore Like This
"I'm sorry you had to go through all that bad stuff in your life".
And to be honest, I feel sorry for you if you never suffered through anything.
If you've never had any hardships to face, or things that made you cry or feel like your world was coming crashing down. Things like that make you wiser, they make you stronger, they help you learn from your mistakes, even though they aren't pleasant- and people who live a sheltered, pampered life usually lack those qualities.
It's nothing to look down on or feel sorry for, and it's nothing to be ashamed of if you've had a hard life.
But since you're still around, you ought to give yourself a pat on the back.
It's kind of like a game.
If you play it on hard mode, you might mess up a lot, but you're bound to get better at it a lot faster.
Middle Aged Man in a College Town Coffee ShopHe's lostMore Like This
But at least he's lost with confidence
As if he had walked into your house and pointed out
-Very snidely, I might add-
That the blueberry yogurt you're eating right now?
That's the last cup
And all that's left
He hates strawberry
It's not just the coffee shop though
Ostentatiously tucked away as it may be
But he's lost in himself too
He's lost his hair
He's lost his order
And he's lost his own clothing
Having gone through your closet and taking some of yours
After choking down the inadequate yogurt
But most of all
He's lost in his notes
Stacks upon stacks of them
Which wait impatiently like public servants
Who just cannot believe
That out of all the public's
Is the one they have to serve
Cornered and lost myself
Can tell he's not reading them
He's flipping pages much to quickly for that
His bushy eyebrows uniting under a wrinkled frown
With a befuddled look on his face
But no glasses
Must've misplaced those as well