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happy birthday queen 🎉 !!!!
Regarding the post about drawing Prowl. Don’t know if this will help, but personally I tend to start with drawing his helm (from a front view at least) using the basic shape of the autobot badge because that’s basically Prowl’s face in 2D. And at least for IDW they have a very direct correspondence to the point of being able to have a panel in SoTW that mirrors half Prowl’s face against half the Autobot badge. So I found that helpful for checking angles, placement, and so on. And then the rest of the details — extra helm bits, 3D depth, and such — I usually build on top of that base shape.
OOOOOO thats a good idea! gimme a moment🏃♂️
*frantic scrambling*
BOOM!
He's… he isn't bald anymore. Ehehe— hahaha— HAHAHAHAHAHA OMG THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF THE MONTH
Thank you to everyone who gave suggestions and tips!💖💖
Back by popular (?) demand, more Granada Holmes fanart, this time from the second episode, The Dancing Men.
Side note: This series casts some of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen to act their fucking asses off. Hits every time.
I’m not leaving alone…
Opening the door to my house (the sharks) like well well well… if it isnt my old friend. losing bad.
babe, your mic is cutting out (ch 8/?) - rosquez [e]
It had helped that they had broken at the same time. It had helped that Vale had played along, swallowed his pride and fucking said it. He’d pushed him more than he thought, he realized as Vale was shivering post-orgasm, collapsing onto him like a worn-out ragdoll. So needy, so desperate and it had made him cum so hard his vision blurred. Then the guilt had started to creep its way in, wedging through a cracked-open door.
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