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I really need to start posting again.

Ah, this is inspired by a_facility.

Happy fucking birthday, vore. It's your annual HidaShika. Sorry it's not gory like last year's. At least there's voodoo? Yeah...

I don't normally scan stuff from my tiny 5x5 sketchbook that I carry around in my purse because... well as you can see, tiny drawings are crappy drawings. But hey, it's a sketchblog. I gotta let loose sometime.

Uh, another from the neo_rpg universe... in which these three are the best of friends... I don't even know what's being discussed here but this happens all the time. Fill in the blanks.

Oh my god, why can't I draw cute things more often.

Shikamaru and Yosuke are best friends at neo_rpg. Are. Were. Yosuke's shadow just threw him out a window. RIP beautiful friendship...

From All He Ever Wanted:

The smoke and mustard gas clear around a picture. The background is the sky and the sea, with the shadows of planes and gulls darting across. A trail of old stone leads down and then up and then down again, which means it’s down, always down, through the old earthen ruins of something more than stone and less than sand. Everything’s red and grey and gold, gold where the plants are dead. There’s a crater where the grenade ricocheted to, where parts of the walls came down. There aren’t any soldiers here, not anymore, just. Just Italy and Greece. And it turns out that three of the new bullet holes are in Greece’s chest and belly, and the fourth is in his thigh. He’s still holding the gun and the pin from the grenade, a smear of silver in the blood that’s haloing him like in the really old art before perspective and composition, where people who are more important than everyone else are just painted larger and brighter. The blood dapples Greece’s skin like all his moles and scars and curls and beautiful things, and his eyes are open. And then Italy blinks back tears and the body itself is gone, leaving only the blood.

Well... I'm actually coloring this very soon, but this is a sketchblog after all. I should put more sketches in it.

This pairing... It confused me so very much at first, but I find it very sweet. How adorable, cultural exchange! And you know, cultural exchange is better in traditional costume.

Oh my poor little neglected sketchblog. One of my New Year's resolutions is to update you once a week. How's that?

God this Hetalia obsession just keeps getting worse. How can anyone resist these adorable nation-tans? I'm such a girl. Well, anyway, a quick sketch of Greece stripping as usual. Aaaand I have nothing interesting to say.

Axis Powers Hetalia is a recent obsession of mine and of course I absolutely love the character of Greece. He is adorable and like the awful person I am I just felt the need to do horrible things to him. Listening to Συννεφιασμένη Κυριακή and thinking about Turkey and violence just brought this out.

The comic itself is a lighthearted comedy. I can never leave things alone.

I'm not sure if this is entirely finished or not, I was just playing around with my tablet. I should get some sleep though.

Working off some stress by drawing one of my favorites. It kind of pissed me off that I hadn't drawn any real nice pictures of Madara. I mean, I love his design almost as much as I love him. That Valley of the End armor? It's fucking badass. Also he fights with a fan (and a scythe, and fire, and sharingan, and a gigantic fox made of evil chakra).

And he does it all while looking adorable.