#sunflowerforyou

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Draw Your Friends’ OCs in Your Style Challenge. Part 1. It was so fun to draw! Hope you like it! :3c

Daidi belongs to @sasukimimochi Naya belongs to @wiccamica MountMaunt belongs to @sunflowerforyou Sylvester belongs to @apex-knight Viola belongs to @midluuna Ness belongs to @hansama Jo belongs to @24alexk09 Cycle belongs to @ellen-reis Wang Min belongs to @motolokiev Don’t use without permission, don’t repost, please. Ok to reblog! Thank you! 💛

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This is my very first coffee! AND I’M SO HAPPY!  \(^ヮ^)/ THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT, @sunflowerforyou !! 🌻💗

Character belongs to @sunflowerforyou Buy me a coffee? ☕

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Drawpile#9

Thank you for joining drawpile session yesterday! >u<</p>

@sunflowerforyou @missdreamyhead @pdubbery  and pp, who drew dat cutie in the top left corner 

EDIT: @tidorito as pp!

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My part of an art trade with @sunflowerforyou 🌻 Theme: illustration to lyrics Music: Северо-Zапад - Пистолет ♫  (Severo-Zapad - Pistolet) Part of a song: chorus. I was really glad to take part in this unusual musical art trade! thank you for suggesting, Sunny! :3

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translation for the song under the cut

my english is terrible and translating songs is really hard. you’ve been warned X’D

We walked, the cities were burning down in the distance. We walked on shards of cracked faces. We walked, splitted our road into two. We walked away from this sick country.

We walked. There were stumps in our way, Stubborn hearts of steel. People have forgotten about love long ago and they have tired of lying to each other.

I'm loading my gun.. no! no! no! I'm loading my gun with wildflowers.

We are not going along with the world anymore. Everyone holds stone in their hand. Walk over to the mirror in the morning, take a look what we've become. Yes, generally there are two problems. Fools will stop groaning. When will this gregarious feeling in our head gets off the throne?