Oh right, I inked Alex Milne's Rodimus to get a better understanding and a bigger ref of his concept design
You can take it if you need a bigger ref, Milne's sketch is under:

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Oh right, I inked Alex Milne's Rodimus to get a better understanding and a bigger ref of his concept design
You can take it if you need a bigger ref, Milne's sketch is under:
Thinking about being a fresh faced, stressed college student with such a horrific sense of impending doom that you accidentally manifest your cursed technique mid manic episode and have to be momentarily muzzled by Modulo!Itadori Yuuji.
Loric
Mmhn....
Siffrin is begging for Inx its kind of sad to watch
@absentpublic asked: oh ... you thought of me first? / MORBID CURIOSITY: still accepting.
"Well, don't sound so surprised about it. Course I did." Henry bothers with the bathtub. "Who else would I be making offers to?"
The air's pleasant here, isn't it? Off the water, steam with the scent of chamomile bounces like laughter.
At last. The pair of them, trumpeted on gold and brass as great, brave heros — still baffling, admittedly — have gone squirreling back to ol' Elfsong, his bones aching, his belly empty, and he's scarcely been better. After all, they are down a whole world-ending nightmare, the city yet floundering wicked as it fought to catch its breath. He could have left by now, really, and gone journeying to Rattay with his hound and his nag, but he didn't. See, he had to help the locals first just a little bit, hadn't he? And then Nettie... Well, braies on, water scalding him as he ventures in, Hal slackens to the hot.
Right. Henry, his palms passing over a very old scar, couldn't, not for the life of him, leave her alone. "Sure the gold folk are tossing our way can get someplace for us far away. Someplace in the woods more like?" Stay with me, it says. He was truly, really serious.
Two "comic drafts" involving the royals requiems and Hans.
lowkey, my michael has been straying further and further from this reality's michael. like ofc when i look at michael, i see mine because he has his face and voice but other than that- that is NOT my michael