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Hobbyist artist. I draw cartoon stuff and anime stuff and something like a combination of the two.

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Posted by negakona - 17 hours ago


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I’m opening commissions for the upcoming holidays! DM me with any questions. Full gallery at negakona.newgrounds.com/art


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Posted by negakona - October 6th, 2021


Progress of the latest thing I’m working on, very rough right now:

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Posted by negakona - September 21st, 2021


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Posted by negakona - September 17th, 2021


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The eyes feel funky… anything else?


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Posted by negakona - September 14th, 2021


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Posted by negakona - September 11th, 2021


What else should I do to this?

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Posted by negakona - September 10th, 2021


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Posted by negakona - September 7th, 2021


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I am working on her


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Posted by negakona - August 29th, 2021


Then why before that way therein?


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Posted by negakona - May 7th, 2021


These small town streets are lined with snow. I turn around and around, not sure from which way I came.


“Its modeled after a tree”, a voice tells me.


I turn around and Miki is there.


“This part is the trunk. It is the simplest part of the tree.”


We have been acquainted for over a year now.


“You know this place like the back of your hand”, I say to her. She nods.


“I’ve lived here all my life”, she states. Her face betrays no emotion.


“So we are in the trunk right now?”, I ask, looking around and even at the sky, grey and pregnant with snow.


“Yes”, she replies. “The simplest part.”


“Then that is neither a testament to your memory nor my ability to navigate”, I say.


Miki neither smiles nor frowns, but stands there, as our breath spirals through the dry winter air and disappears.


“Do you want me to walk with you? I can show you the route back home again.”


“Sure”, I reply.


Her footsteps crunch towards me over the unshoveled avenue, and as we meet, we begin to walk together.