i love this warm bed boi
One of my favorite clients is an advertising agency I do freelance work for.
Client: Our new client has a gruesome logo. Could you try to come up with some other ideas? Just spitball ideas for an hour. If the client likes any of them, we’ll spend more time on this.
Sometimes, an hour is all you need because inspiration strikes. This was not one of those times. I had some decent ideas, but they all needed polish.
Client: Sorry, these won’t work. Thanks for your time.
The agency paid me for my time and we didn’t move forward my sketches – or so I thought.
A month later:
Client: We need additional material for this client.
Me: Sure thing. Could you provide me with the client’s colors and logo?
Client: Don’t you already have all that? Didn’t you design their logo?
Me: What?
I visited their website. The client had gone with one of the sketches. One of the rough sketches. With outlines and no color other than grey. I started to panic. I filled in my contact at the agency and we proceeded to question wildly how this happened.
Me: Oh god. Oh my god. Did they… they didn’t use it on their billboard, did they?
Client: I don’t want to talk about it.
Frosty found himself in a daze with the oddest of sensations. His hooves felt nothing, trotting without any ground beneath them. The airy sensation was only mimic from the fragrant gas filling the tight mask fasten on him. The gas filled his mind with airy vacant thoughts. Any thought that Frosty attempted to focus on, the ideas of ‘where he was’ and ‘what’s going on’ would just breeze away with every breath of the gas. The only thought in his mind was to gallop and listen to the inflated suit squeak and creak with his movement. As he tries to focus, Frosty felt the suit swelling around him, the double layer suit pressing tight against his skin, the thick vinyl squeezing him tightly as his outer form bloats out with the helium filling the outfit. He started to realized that he was floating in the air, tethered tautly to the floor of a storeroom. The last he felt was the buzzing sensation within his ass, an inflated plug vibrating busily inside him.
As he began piecing together his situation together, Frost heard a door open and a colt enter the room. “Hhmmm, somepony seems to be waking. Let me help.” The colt cranks open the value for the intoxicating gas, releasing more into Frosty’s mask. With the next breath, all focus Frosty had blew away in his mind. He begins to gallop again mindlessly in the air, the buzzing plug tickling an his mind filled with only blissful trotting in the air.A commission for @rillian, featuring @askfrosty
H-holly fack .////////.
Thank you so much…like…omg…Its so hot >//3//< <3
Concept-arts by Ean McNamara & August Hall for “Kubo and the Two Strings” (Laika Studio).
(reminder : artbook now available)
Source : Kevin Parry
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“ A really cute commission for @vertissidus!! Featuring Frisk and Chara as monsters ;w;
[Commission Info]
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I WONDER WHO MR. SPARKLEFRIEND IS
YOU ALL KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN EVENTUALLY
Featuring @ask-doctor-dimension, @asklaurastuff, @bevendre, @technomod and @tambelon as Yakutified versions of OCs! I randomly post calls for cameos on my modblog (@ask-wiggles), for the curious.
WHAT A DASHING ROGUE!
