berseker | (no subject)

So, I decided to stop writing.

First, because this thing is eating my life since I was, like, twelve (if you don't count the little story about a talking parrot* that I wrote when I was eight, and you shouldn't count it because I plagiarized from Chico Bento**) and enough is enough. I gave it - the writing, not the parrot, or Chico - the best years of my life and for what? It never got me no money*** and I think it might have made me fat****.

And second, because it cockblocks me from pursuing my true calling. So from now on, folks, I'M AN ARTIST.

(mind you, I always thought of writing as art, but you know what I mean)

... I feel a lot better now that I got it off my chest.

So, I was going for a digital art sort of thing.

... I'm not completely satisfied with Martin's ~~banana~~ hair, but oh well. I'm taking comissions. We can start with 50$, with some extras if you want a background. Or, you know, hands (five dollars per finger).

(btw, happy April's Fool ^^)

* Yes, Ik now parrots are supposed to talk. But not like that one. Shut up, I told you I was 8.
** True.
*** Also true.
**** I'm still hot, 'tho.