How can we be lovers, if we can’t be friends? How can we start over when the fighting never ends? Baby, how can we make love, if we can’t make amends? How can we be lovers, if we can’t be, can’t be friends?
fictional characters from books, movies, comics, your fanfics (doing stuff you always wanted them to do, or looking fabulous in clothes you want them to wear)
real people, including actors and celebrities, you and your friends/family (perfect for gifts)
real people as fictional characters (for example your RP faceclaim in 18th century clothes, you in full cosplay without buying clothes, yay!)
real people in the company of fictional characters (you and Loki flying into the sunset on a dragon… eghem, you get the idea)
I do draw nsfw scenes. And I won’t judge your kink, I promise. You ship something and want to see some smut with them? Don’t be shy, I can do it. If you have any reference photo of the pose, clothes, face or setting send it to me along with the description, it makes my job easier.
if you want a closer look on my works please visit my DA page: http://sheepskeleton.deviantart.com/ You can also write to me there, as their messages are slightly more reliable. Payment is via paypal. You can see all stages of the work if you wish.
If you have any questions, write to me and I will answer them 🙂 If I am not answering 24 hours after you have sent me a message, please send it again because it means that tumblr has eaten it.
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I highly recommend sheepskeleton for commissions! I commissioned a piece for a tattoo and it’s been stunning work at every stage of creation – literally got teary-eyed over the draft sketch, it was so lovely. So run, don’t walk, and give this artist your commissions and money.
OuO Can we see the tatt (and/or the design)? Share with the class ❤
This is the aforementioned commission – the line art for my Lestat/Daniel tattoo. It is amazing and I love it with a passion of a thousand firey suns. My poor husband has had to put up with me flailing and wibbling with the feels about it all day.
Seriously, anyone that needs a commission, sheepskeleton is who to go to. This is the best thing I have spent money on in a looooong time.
Who in your OTP asks the weird questions in the middle of the night and who hits the other in the face with a pillow
Louis asks the weird questions AND is more likely to hit Lestat with a pillow. Come on, you know Lestat gives ample reason at any given moment which would earn a pillow shot.
The truly weird questions tend to happen in the wee hours before dawn. The pillow smacks happen far more often—as in, whenever a pillow is at hand.
We were in the thick of Summer. The hot, sticky Louisiana air hung stagnant in the air, bringing with it the putrid smells of the swamps and Plantation. Though the suffocating heat did not affect us the way it did mortals, Louis and I were not impervious to it. It made me antsy. I paced about the house restlessly, picking up objects to examine them, only to put them down immediately. Louis was in the parlour, hunched over a letter he was composing to one of his fellow bourgeois, slave-driving compatriots. He was thrumming his fingers on the tabletop as he worked. Now granted, it was a very small thing and in retrospect shouldn’t have been enough to start an argument as big as it did, but he had been doing it non-stop for hours. HOURS! It was driving me crazy.
Lucille 2: Buster, this is exactly why our relationship does not work. Buster: Our relationship doesn’t work? Lucille 2: No, not as long as you keep getting me all mixed up with your mother. Buster: It is exactly the opposite. I’m leaving my mother for you. You’re replacing my mother. Lucille 2: Well, that’s healthy.
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