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Original Art: Distance
Title: Distance
Characters: Gillian (Mine), Vanya (Beate's)
Medium: PSCS3, Pen tablet
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Notes: Drawn to express the fears I felt with regards to mine and Beate's friendship. Also drawn as a type of sloppy "I miss you and I still feel like I'm losing one of my best friends and I'm helpless to do anything about it" letter. It touched her. We talked (which surprised me). And things were worked out, wounds healed a bit more, and the distance lessened if only a little.
Also, Gillian missed Vanyaand his cock. He's sort of being ridiculous in my head right now, and demanding that I draw erotic BDSM sentimental pictures of him and his master lover. I told him, no I have to focus on making the script for Goodbye Blue Planet and come up with more character designs, setting, universe building, and learn how to draw fucking space ships. He called me an unfair bitch before he stormed off to play Anya Marina at full blast. Damn you. It's stuck in my head now.
Click to make bigger, because this is pretty big and I don't want it to break the page D:
Characters: Gillian (Mine), Vanya (Beate's)
Medium: PSCS3, Pen tablet
Warning: None
Notes: Drawn to express the fears I felt with regards to mine and Beate's friendship. Also drawn as a type of sloppy "I miss you and I still feel like I'm losing one of my best friends and I'm helpless to do anything about it" letter. It touched her. We talked (which surprised me). And things were worked out, wounds healed a bit more, and the distance lessened if only a little.
Also, Gillian missed Vanya
Click to make bigger, because this is pretty big and I don't want it to break the page D:
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nice picture. ^_^
I have nothing else intelligent to say other than Hi Liz!
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The conversation went something like this:
Me: *writing* before he stormed off to play crappy pop music at full blast.
Gillian: *enraged* Bitch, please! I have more taste than that!
Me: *grumble and rewrites it* before he stormed off to play angsty indie music at full blast.
Gillian: Hell-ooo! Do you even know your characters? I could not just listen to any angsty indie music.
Me: *changes it again* before he stormed off to play Anya Marina at full blast.
Gillian: Damn straight it'd be Anya Marina.
Me: Sometimes I hate you.
Gillian: *singing* Iiii'm a satellite heart....
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