Oh the Wonderful things I've Made
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  • Reads 122
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  • Parts 7
  • Time 11m
Ongoing, First published Jan 28, 2022
I've finally changed the title to something more classy.

Greetings dear viewer! Welcome to my first ever "book" on Wattpad. Yeah, this isn't a story, just a collection of various artwork I've made over the years. Some of these pictures are original, taken completely from my imagination, others weren't. Some were made because I felt like it, others because they were apart of some school project, or assignments, or because someone else wanted me to. I'm not expecting this to get much attention (I never made this for attention anyways I did it because I wanted to), but whatever attention it does receive is appreciated.  As will any criticisms and feedback too!

Ugh... I'm running out of stuff to talk about, so the last thing I'd like to say before I begin is that all of the actual drawings shown here belong to me. 
1: You aren't permitted to use my artwork, the things depicted in the artwork, nor the designs WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! That includes reposting it elsewhere.
2: Any form of art theft is unacceptable. You are not allowed to trace, recolor, or edit my artwork, PERIOD!
3: I don't take commissions. Please don't try coming to me with requests for art. I will take suggestions and ideas, but this is just a hobby for me, not a job.

4: New rule. The only real exceptions I'll make for using my designs are fanworks. Those will be the exceptions. Like, if you liked one of my drawings enough to draw it yourself, that's totally fine! And I appreciate that.

My apologies if anything I said came off as harsh. Thank you for reading this, you may proceed on with your day.
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