Ever wanted to commission me and thought? Yikes Leo, you’re so expensive! Well there you go!
I’M OPENING 10 SPOTS FOR THIS.
Ya boi Leo got kicked out of my gallery job due poor management of the organizers and basically cutting me off the list even tho the paintings where in process. Oops. And I can’t do anything because I’m in not in Peru so.!
Message me so we can get to an agreement.
– Patrons get 10% discount on the final purchase.
Please send me all the details you have in mind about the drawing (references/photos are more than welcome!)
If you want the process of drawing, let me know.
Full payment is upfront.
Message me at: pi3shark@gmail.com
My commission Q is clean again if you want to get on this sweet deals
if you could trick future historians into believing one ‘fact’, what would it be?
Andrew Hussie is the Shakespeare of the 21st century and Homestuck is like one of the great dramas. It has the most creative insults, as well as an amazing story that’s only a littleconfusing.
Gavin sat down at his desk, hunched over his coffee and ignoring everyone else in the precinct. Tina walked past him to her own desk, patting him on the shoulder briefly. He didn’t look up to meet her gaze. Instead he just scratched at the bandage on his neck. He worked for a little while before standing up and storming out.
He made it back to his apartment, the anger and frustration bleeding out of him with every step. He leaned his head against the door as he fumbled for his keys. It felt as if all his energy had been drained. He closed the door behind him after stepping inside. Gavin dropped his keys in the bowl before he pulled off his jacket and hung it up. He sighed and dragging himself to his bed, refilling the cat food bowl on his way.
He laid down on his bed, staring out the glass doors as the sun slowly set. After what felt like a long time he sat back up, he couldn’t understand it, he felt so alone as he stood up and opened the balcony door. He could hear someone entering his apartment, probably Nines or Tina. She had a key to his place of course. Gavin stared out at the street below, he wondered if it would hurt to hit the ground. With ease he swung his legs over the edge and sat on the railing.
He hated this feeling, hated knowing he pushed everyone away and yet- he kept doing it again and again. All he had now was Tina. She would hate him too eventually. He was sure Nines did by now, they’d had another fight and his boyfriend stormed out to spend the night on Connor and Hank’s couch.
Gavin stood up, his feet on the edge and his hands on the railing behind him when he heard someone run up behind him. He needed to do this now before he lost the nerve. Gavin took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and let go of the railing.
Nines ran, he lunged and managed to grab one of Gavin’s hands as he slammed into the railing. Without a doubt, he knew his LED was bright red as he grabbed onto Gavin’s arm with his other hand, slowly pulling him back up to the balcony. He pulled Gavin against him, holding the smaller man tight as he cried silently.
“Why didn’t you just let me fall?” Gavin finally spoke, clutching onto Nine’s jacket. “You should have just let me fall and everyone would have been happier.”
“I thought things were going great for us.” Nines ran his hand through Gavin’s hair, holding his boyfriend close. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said-”
Gavin just shook his head, “You were right though, I am an asshole. I do push everyone away. I probably will end up alone.”
“No, I was hurt and I lashed out. You won’t end up alone, because you have me right here with you.”
So I looked up funny wedding photos and I was not disappointed.
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These are all so wholesome and make for great draw the otp/draw the squad things for when you want to draw characters getting married but also be total dorks.
Irish catholics: filled with shame always, are guilt singularities, deeply fearful of their mam’s finding out they didn’t go to mass.
Scottish catholics: healthy amount of guilt and shame, usually chill, same as the irish re: the mammy thing though.
French catholics: no shame, some guilt, guilt coped with by smoking.
Italian catholics: a bit of guilt, lots of fucking, lots of shame about said fucking.
Eastern eauropean catholics: not quite guilt or shame, more an all encompassing sense of dread. Unparalleled art and architecture though. Like honestly, amazing.
English catholics: fake and do not know god, most likely to burn on holy ground, most likely to commit arson.
specifically polish catholics: no guilt, no shame, lots of pent-up anger, will probably crucify you in the name of jesus, would spit at actual jesus and call him a filthy rat.
Mexican Catholics: guilt, self sacrifice, don’t have sex or you’ll die (but everyone does it anyway), pray to very specific saints to help with very particular issues, Virgin Mary is the real boss here, also death cult but in a happy way.