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pokemon project !annyeong lil peps //w
today i was playing pokemon and i was like "ehi i want to draw human version of pokemon too!"
so here i am.
i was wondering..
want some of you guys make a little "comic" with me?
hum well.. this isnt a comic at all, they are just some art pieces..
how does it work?
well, i drawn these little human pokemons. i will post them here when i ll draw them in digital and you can adopt ONE of them.
its not first com first serve, I WILL CHOOSE THE OWNER.
so we will be a big group with pokemon characters who are a big family yay <3
and after we can draw them togeter, make love stories, make them angry and, after we draw some arts of them, we will put them togeter like a little comic, if you want /w
just lemme know who's interested!you can tell me the pokemon you like the most if you want
ah, adopts are FREE!
i wanna be.....what do you want to be, here on deviantart?
what kind of artist you dream to become?
by my side, i want to became a good mangaka! i'd like to make arts like this one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UwCpxmYSphc
but i actually cant draw anything human sob ; o ;
sOMEONE TEACH MEEE!</b>
what about you?
tell me here, i am curious!
pixel icon commissions [closed atm]so hum.. since people like them so much, i will take point commissions of these !
some examples are in my gallery,
- i will make a 100x100 version and a 50x50 version of each one
- only light color designed characters !
- simple characters are better !
- send poinst when i finished please!
i will take onlt 3 slots a time, not first com first serve!
price is 100
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