021. 13 cheerleaders

A tad random to have Camus and Deathmask in the lead, but still EXACTLY WHAT I FUCKING NEED. Lol'd @ how the twins start at opposite ends of the crowd but steadily sneak up closer together as time progresses.

If I were awake I'd be drawing to this tonight.

Edit: 
wait a minute there's clearly only 10 of them Milo Aiolios Aiolia are not in this what in the I can't even count

020. Things that I could learn

...

019. Interpretation

Current state vs. gold standard screenshot. Hair issues aside, I'm (finally) 98% satisfied with the shape and position of his features. How much pressure I place upon myself to birth the accurate Saga of my dreams fucking amazes even me.

/placeholderinthindisguise

018. Language is a muscle

and I can distinctly tell that my Chinese is in the best shape it's been in since forever. By the same logic, I could pick up Spanish again, too, if I were to expand fandom participation in that direction...

*chinstroke

017. Logistics

Still not quite right in the faces, but at least not blatantly blasphemous any more. Saga's features probably won't see too much more change; Kanon's still need more work. Main challenge is actually color choices.

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WAIT A FUCKING SECOND I NOTICE ONLY NOW THAT I ACCIDENTALLY MADE SAGA LEFT-HANDED?!!!?!?!?!
QUICK, HOW DO I PRETEND I TOTALLY DID THAT ON PURPOSE

016. Missed chances

I never forgave myself for not grabbing that mannequin bust for $25 while I still could. Turns out this shit can't be found on Ebay, and certainly not for that price anywhere.

015. Memory of dreams

are unbound by time. How far off are daydreams?

In one alternate parallel universe born from thought, I took positive action at your last word to invite myself over to your door, with no plans save for work. No intentions of anything more. Silently, independently, we'd mutually embody that physical presence necessary to precipitate our respective work. A story or two might have been shared about my tablet. Midnight might have dawned, and I, politely kicked out by unspoken cue, would have then driven home.

As opposed to our actuality, where I fell passively wordless as if offended or nonchalant, and you spoke no more.