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Come Away With Me Sailor Moon

lady-ribbon

Published: Sep 7, 2011

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Yes.

I know this sucks.

BUT ON THE OTHER HAND

Well, I've never drawn on Canvas before and this was my very first time using it. So naturally, I had to draw a character I was familiar with, and loved to draw. ThoughI'mnotgoodatitharharhar.

Um, I did the drawing on paper, then scanned it and colored it on Canvas 4. TOOK ME FOREVER TO FIGURE STUFF OUT but it's done and crappy.

Yay!

But anyway, feel free to tell me whatever you think of it, even if it's the worst thing you've ever seen. >.>

Usagi Tsukino (Sailor Moon, Princess Serenity, Cosmos whatever) is my all time favorite anime/manga character, and the character that really got me into drawing, anime and manga.

Did you know they're re-releasing the manga in the States from September 12th?