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Today is ~InsideMyMind's birthday! Here is one of her characters, Zedero.

Pose from [link] denim texture from [link] .

~InsideMyMind Mar 3, 2011

YAY ZEDERO!!

THANK YOU!! i already told you thank you, but THANK YOU AGAIN!
i luuuurv it <3

(btw, kinda odd of me, but the hands look really good >.> )

*Nemonus Mar 3, 2011

<3 from across the room

Thank you. The hands were referenced, so...

That explains that.

~RNBCIcey Mar 3, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

I think this is probably one of your best drawings so far.

I really like it.

*Nemonus Mar 3, 2011

Thanks!

=Xephinetsa Mar 2, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

_{How sweet of you to draw something for her! ♥

Well done with the pose, and the folds in the clothing. And I like the lighting, too. It creates a kind of magical feel to the picture~}

*Nemonus Mar 2, 2011

Thank you. ^_^ I wish I knew how to make the lighting exactly how I pictured it; then it would be even more magical-looking, but I'm glad that came across a little bit.

(Is your icon of someone sneezing?)

=Xephinetsa Mar 2, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

_{You're welcome.
Lighting is hard, but I guess practice makes near-perfect, right?

(Yes. Yes it is.)}

*Nemonus Mar 2, 2011

lol yes, lots of practice.

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=Xephinetsa Mar 2, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

_{Lots and lots of practice.}

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