我摊牌了，莉莉丝你赶紧着给旧英雄出头饰吧

Another day of pissing off Reinier.

书接上回
Damn the silly colleagues.

普鲁斯托，深红高原上的诗歌与烟草之神，他长期负责该地区居民的精神文明建设，能够使人幸福，能够令人忘乎所以地满嘴骚话。但并不擅长体力活，所以召唤他请注意场合。

群友的拉郎图意境太美，有感而发写段疯话，是的，我有押韵强迫症，甚至想同时压两种语言版本

看见一个傻呵呵的模板，一眼锁定恶魔团建，但是某些强迫症玩不起。

“钿头银篦击节碎，血色罗裙翻酒污。”
随手即兴一勾，一点也不严谨。
蝎子的长裙给我留下一种“舞者”的印象。

"I am you, I am you, you are me."
"What I am, what are you, who are we?"
Drew a weird thing, using my weird style.
It's Randle gave me the idea that Berial could be the silly part of Eugene and fortunately got cut off.

To the Chaos, Two of Chaos.

Two of Chaos的构图其实是自己抄自己作业，原先画的一幅艾雅，太喜欢这个中心对称的构图了，画混沌者特意去掉了原图中的轴对称部分

Phraesto is just...so elegant.

天赋和脑洞并存

"I remembered what you like."
The "remembered" left quite deep impression in my mind.
As if they knew each other before.
Or more than knew, at least close enough to know what the other likes.
What if the "truth" is, Merlin once forgot everything but what someone likes?
The moment Merlin giving a touch to the artifact, memories of that person finally came back to him.
"Yes, it's so real, it hurts so real."

"I remembered what you like."
用仿版画风格霍霍了一下我之前的草图

狗甩水花