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Deadline week for my manga and I keep sneaking myself into the panels instead of the characters. Took a very unprofessional break to shoot something my editor can never see. Want to know what I got up to between pages?
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Deadline week for my manga and I keep sneaking myself into the panels instead of the characters. Took a very unprofessional break to shoot something my editor can never see. Want to know what I got up to between pages?
There's an Evangelion story you can only watch on the bullet train and I'm already deep in timetable chaos trying to pick which one to catch. Nobody tell my editor I'm planning a field trip instead of drawing. Come sit by the window with me?
Found the exact burgundy I sketched for my Halloween look, and holding it up like this already makes the costume feel halfway real. Be honest — does this colour suit me?
Tickets for the MAPPA anniversary exhibition in Yurakucho are booked and my outfit ideas have completely taken over the floor. The pen gave up somewhere around sketch number six — which look should I actually commit to?
Straps finally behave and the skirt is still just a sketch, so the dress form got the day off and I got drafted instead. Second opinion on the fit?
Big Sight is calling and I still haven't picked which look comes with me today. Want to help me get dressed?
The Persona 30th anniversary shop at Animate Ikebukuro did real damage to my wallet and my bag is way heavier than planned. Come help me decide which one I open first?
Stream's finally over and the wig glue is officially defeated. I'm just going to sit here until the water goes cold — the tub's big enough for two, just saying.
New season premieres are eating my whole evening and I've already paused episode one twice to sketch the main girl. My drawing hand is way more committed than my sleep schedule. Tell me which show I should binge first?
Ikebukuro Halloween plans have officially taken over my entire floor, sketches and fabric everywhere. Which of these looks deserves to become the real thing?
The dance party went until my feet gave out and I'm still hearing the setlist in my head. Costume's only half off because sitting down on the floor felt more urgent than undressing. Worth every step, right?