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[Yulo-chan]

Now I'm gonna need another 1,100 gold to pay for something else... sweatdrop








Errr. I'm sorry, but.... Did I.. force you to do anything? If you don't want a flob, you can just cancel the trade. I won't mind.

[ZIMG]

1000 gold isn't hard to get. Daily Chance and bumping should do it for you

[Toasted Callie]

Hey Yellow! Callie has accepted your guild request, you can post now XD heart

And... Callie needs more art... Callie can't believe that her internet decided to die when Yellow opened the flob slots... *is sad* oh well, Callie will order a halfie... haha, order request below, please consider, thanks

[ZIMG]

Man I'm still waiting for a slot to open D:

Then again I don't have a female avatar or OC

[Toasted Callie]

Reference •
Order • Halfie
Extra(s) • Shading
Slot • Halfie Slot 3
Specifics • You don't have to draw the Shadow Spirit, although I'd like a dark-ish background. In fact, please make the whole picture kinda dark. Exaggerate the wings and the flow of the fabric. Again, please make her sassy and smirking.
Dimensions • Default(450 pixels wide)
Offer • 6k (doubled for shading) + 2k tip = 8k

[ZIMG]

BOO

[Toasted Callie]

domokun heart domokun

[ZIMG]

DOMO

DOMO

DOMO ARIGATOU MR. ROBOTO

DOMO

[Sikurri]

ROBOTO SAN SAID ARIGATOU TO ME LOL!

[ZIMG]

loooool

[Sikurri]

heart

[evelin7]

ninja

[Sikurri]

heart domokun

[ZIMG]

The wall on which the prophets wrote is cracking at the seams. Upon the instruments of death the sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart with nightmares and with dreams, will no one lay the laurel wreath when silence drowns the screams?

Confusion will be my epitaph, as I crawl a cracked and broken path. If we make it we can all sit back and laugh.
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying

Between the iron gates of fate, the seeds of time were sown and watered by the deeds of those who know and who are known.
Knowledge is a deadly friend if no one sets the rules. The fate of all mankind I see is in the hands of fools.

The wall on which the prophets wrote is cracking at the seams. Upon the instruments of death the sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart with nightmares and with dreams, will no one lay the laurel wreath when silence drowns the screams?

Confusion will be my epitaph. As I crawl a cracked and broken path, if we make it we can all sit back and laugh.
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Crying

[Sikurri]

Green goo ~ green goo~!