So I have decided to create new cover for my books and stuff. Cause the last covers were absolute CRAP.
So these are the new ones:
Art Book:
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Black Butler Book:
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I'm too lazy to make things for all my other ones. I'll draw an actual cover for the art and markiplier book soon.
So hang tight, also i did another speedart, I just have to edit and upload. So look forward to that sometime tomorrow. Depending on where you live.
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Have an additional photo of Brendon Urie. Isn't he marvelous?
So I still need to chose the picture I'll do with your OC's. So question to all my ghost readers (You know who you are) go comment my lovelies.
BE THE MONARCH BUTTERFLY YOU WISH TO BE!!!!
I...uh....I need to stay away from my drugs. Yay drugs.....
Fanfic writing mode activate.
As I turn my head to look at his face, I knew there was something off. His hair was parted differently, but it still looked handsome. He was beautiful in every way possible, and when I was forced to look away from his glorious face I felt sad. Knowing I could not stare at my loves face.
I knew he didn't feel the same way I did. He didn't even knew I loved him the way I did, and it pained me knowing that. He looked at me, with his sparkling eyes. He took my hands and intertwined them with mine.
"Charlotte, we shnorfal gabegoo." I gazed into his eyes, waiting for his next words. "Shoo flee boobasnot" he looked down and unwound our hands. A look of pain and agony shrouded my face. I gave him a look, a dirty look then slapped his face.
"Firby Nurbs!" I said, then angrily trotting off. I didn't look back once. How dare he say that?! After all I've done for him! That's it, I'm done trying to find a date. I'm done with this.
If only my creator didn't make me the way I am! Why creator! Why did you make me a...hopeless romantic?
