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I would like to pursue a diferent style.
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I like my style right now and would love to evolve it more, but what I have always wanted is to do a more "painterly" style rather than with outlines and stuff, though I don't know how to transition my commissions into it. If anyone got ideas it would be appreciated. ^^
Here are examples of the style I would like to pursue That I have done.
Here are examples of the style I would like to pursue That I have done.
I might actually create some different tiers with lower prices, and lower my prices on my higher tiers soon.
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DA Removing my Adult art.
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I can completely understand their stance right now. But I wont be posting anymore things that break their policies and might even erase even older ones by myself.
If you wanna watch more lewd/provocative content you can check out my FurAffinity www.furaffinity.net/user/costa… or Twitter twitter.com/CyberMarkArts
Cheers!
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Reminder that I am open to commissions!
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If interested please check my prices!
Also I do set the progress of my projects here if you are curious: trello.com/b/iyVPK0o5/cybermar…
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Feeling better
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Just saying
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Feelings of Worthlessness
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I feel so worthless every day.
I don't do much, I sleep, I wake and surf the web.
Every day I feel like nothing, like if roaches under my bed are more worthwhile than I.
The voices in my head spin me like a ballerina in hot hole of boiling acid and rancid excrement where I indulge in its horrid spew of toxic concoctions.
I hate myself I say.... I say it all day in my head.
In the shower I cry where I cant feel my tears.
The feeling of dying increases and much cant be done.
The fight is eternal and I only need to lose one day to fall deep into the abyss once more which I might not escape as luckily as I used to.
I don't do much, I sleep, I wake and surf the web.
Every day I feel like nothing, like if roaches under my bed are more worthwhile than I.
The voices in my head spin me like a ballerina in hot hole of boiling acid and rancid excrement where I indulge in its horrid spew of toxic concoctions.
I hate myself I say.... I say it all day in my head.
In the shower I cry where I cant feel my tears.
The feeling of dying increases and much cant be done.
The fight is eternal and I only need to lose one day to fall deep into the abyss once more which I might not escape as luckily as I used to.
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