Basgetti a dit :

CUTE STYLE IS CUTE

Rottenappel a dit :

*chokes on pencil in background*

Rottenappel a dit :

All I did was write some stuff as repayment for the pfp, I didn't expect it to turn out into a fully fledged project. But, and I mean this as honest as a puppy's excitement;

*bows*
It's my pleasure, honor and joy to be working with a talented individual such as yourself. :)

Yellowfeather a dit :

Yee very cute ^~^
I like this new style but the other one are awesome too

Rottenappel a dit :

Hm... partnership portrait perhaps, and post the image you made from us as an example?

Rottenappel a dit :

That or if they want to I can slap an extra story/background on it for that little extra touch?

Rottenappel a dit :

Holy [redacted] on a [redacted] that looks awesome as [rotten stahp]!

Spoiler

Rottenappel a dit :

Rain was pouring down on the city as Delilah was sitting in her attic, playing with the apple she stole from a local shop.
No shopkeeper would chase someone down in this weather, especially for just an apple.
Delilah stared outside, following the drips on the window and the mice unfortunate enough to be outside. Her thoughts wandered off, making her daydream of starting another brawl or the last guy she seduced into a fun night. Her thoughts ended abruptly when a sudden lightning strike hit one of the many fields around the village, catching her off guard. The apple she was twirling on her fingertip fell and rolled off into the dark attic.
"Great. Nothing like dust on your favorite treat" she mumbled disgruntled. Gracefully she slid off the window frame and wandered into the darkness.
When suddenly a flash of lightning lit up the attic, revealing the shape of a hooded person. She wasn't alone. And she wasn't expecting company.