SPRING COMMISSIONS <33
Hi my loves, I hope all of you are doing well :) Felt like with the change of the seasons, I should update my commission sheet. Not many changes to prices, just a little spruce up!
I am always available to contact here, or on Instagram @ keiras__art
Thank you all for your continued support to me and my art, it means so much more than you all know! <3
(Also, if a commission is too much, I also have an INPRNT account where you can snag some beautiful prints!)
(And if you can't buy anything rn, reblogs are so so helpful!!)
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would you like a nice glass of
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I did not draw Ashley Williams but instead watched Army of Darkness with my dad 👍
have given up on my attempts to redo my comm sheets; instead i'll be drawing ashley williams (again)
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have given up on my attempts to redo my comm sheets; instead i'll be drawing ashley williams (again)
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I hate revamping my commissions sheets I hate I hate it I hate itttt
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ash williams is so mecore. dumb. hyperfocuses on making something cool on a whim. repeats stuff. fucks some shit up cuz he couldn’t remember the right order of words. clueless. screams. cries. wears the same clothes.
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Thinking about Ash getting home and it’s over and he just. Sits there. And he can’t go out with his girlfriend, because she’s dead, he can’t hang out with his sister, because she’s dead, he can’t call up Scotty, because he’s dead, he can’t even talk to Shelly, because she’s dead. He made some friends who knew what deadites were and had still cheered him on even after he’d let them down but they’re… also all dead. Because he left them in 1300 AD.
Everyone is gone. And the people he does have will never understand him anymore.
And then his manager calls, and asks why he’s not at work, and Ash has blood on his hands (hand, just the one now) and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get the taste out of his mouth, and the distorted, mocking voices of his friends are echoing through his head, and he still can’t really see straight, or keep all his thoughts in order, but he puts on his uniform. He drives to work.
“Good morning, sir!” He smiles, and he wonders if this is what Cheryl’s last night on earth felt like. Standing there, seeing, hearing, but speaking words that are not her own. His sister tried to kill him. Ash bags a customer’s purchase.
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found out abt the evil dead broadway show, and have been listening to it non-stop all day 👍
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free my girl she did all that shit but the fandom is mischaracterizing her for it
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