Looking for artists 2Hello
I'm looking for people who can draw this scene for me in their own style and in color:
To those who aren't familiar with my OC's:
The taller guy is Sanctis and he's a homunculus, an artificial being, and he doesn't speak (can communicate only by telepathy)
The smaller guy is Jun, he's a scientist and he created Sanctis
That's why they're described in the picture as "dad" and "son", and as you can see, Jun is a happy proud "daddy" XD
There's no important reason why I want it, aside seeing my two sweethearts in a different style and color, it makes me happy.
In further note:
I can pay in points (I have 200 )
I would appreciate if you could be as close to original as possible (you can skip all the text tho)
- there's no need for a background, but you can add one if you want,
- Sanctis is 200 cm tall (that's 6'6) Jun is 160 (that's 5'2) so yeah, it's no optical illusion or poor ang
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