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Alright, so I’ve been mulling over making another return to the community- but one thing that kind of unsettled me was the fact I don’t want.. to really have a schedule with Mariku. I can’t really say how often I’m going to be on her─── And I don’t want to continually make hiatus posts and letting people down by continuously disappearing, y'know?

Sporadic activity ahead, but I made her a new blog for her to come and go as she pleases. It will also go from selective to private (only rping with people I know & trust), as there are some people who harassed me the last time I returned (unfortunately). I’m not okay with that happening again, or people trying to butter me up just to smut (which also happened last time I was here).

Alright, so I’ve been mulling over making another return to the community- but one thing that kind of unsettled me was the fact I don’t want.. to really have a schedule with Mariku. I can’t really say how often I’m going to be on her─── And I don’t want to continually make hiatus posts and letting people down by continuously disappearing, y'know?

Sporadic activity ahead, but I made her a new blog for her to come and go as she pleases. It will also go from selective to private (only rping with people I know & trust), as there are some people who harassed me the last time I returned (unfortunately). I’m not okay with that happening again, or people trying to butter me up just to smut (which also happened last time I was here).

          Sighs, I’m doin’ calculations on how much spare buck I’m gonna have fortnightly and it isn’t a great deal. Unfortunately, in order to purchase food and internet, I’m gonna need more than $8 a week.                        If I opened up;

$8 for eight drawn icons

$10 for a bust drawing

$15 a three-quarter drawing

$20 a full body drawing 

Sophie Anderson, Roses (detail)

Ever wonder why most Bible stories with angels start out with the angel saying something to the effect of, “Okay, now don’t freak out…”?

THE NINE CHOIRS OF HEAVEN.  An info-graphic for my editorial class and god am I thankful it’s done.  Way too much went into this than what I had time for, but hey… I actually kind of like it?

Now excuse me, I must return to my fashion major lifestyle and go sew a coat u_u

He picked up the bottle, smirking at the note  attached to it. He then let the note drop to the table and held up the bottle again to look it up and down. “Wish she would come over to share a drink with me instead of makin’ me drink away my sorrows by myself.”

             Long nails amusedly tapping by the glass, the Demoness seems to break her calm facade in the wake of a long line of beautiful laughter. Bronze jaws agape, she laughs away at his comment— Oh, how she’d missed that.

         “———If you’re a classic, does that make me vintage?”

      A long swing of the glass, the bitter taste splashing against her tongue— She takes in a deep inhale afterwards. Her breaths were deep, doing everything she could to remind herself that she was at last, at a place she could consider home.

             Bandit smelled the same as he always did, and that brought her comfort.

                                  “—The demons aren’t quirky like you.

                                                 It’s a shame, really.”

     With a huff, she leans her cheek against her knuckles— Drawing circles on the glass.

An amused snort escaped him while he did so. “Demon’s are quirky in their own way and most mistake that for intimidation.” He had met too many of those to not be able to say things like this. He spoke from experience.

However, the demoness beside him was just another prove that he could be wrong as well. “Not much - It’s still the same war as ever. A few soldiers joined here and there but in the end the  old battle continues.”

    “—The unfortunate fate of a race so inwardly violent.

               The poor children; taken before I even had the chance to eat them.”

         A joke, of course— Morbid, but a joke.

          “———And really now? Well, I certainly see the appeal— You have quite the array of eye candy for a place so thrilling,” A twirl of her locks, and a wink of long lashes— Soon once again followed by that summery laugh. It had been so long since she was able to play around with someone— She had to take the benefits as they came.

                 “—The dregs of Hell are always accepting. Especially to humans, of course.”

           A long wind of breath out— Smoke seems to drape from her lungs.

     “————But besides that, unfortunately, I have no news for you.

              A new child joined my ever-growing family; this one has silver hair like yours~”

                                    Another laugh— Before he paled, she had to speak further,

               “—Don’t jump to assumptions! Don’t!!

                                 The father is a man from England by the name of Jeffery Worth. Very interested in the dark arts, and it seems he summoned me due to some odd fetish all the younger ones have nowadays. Regardless, I killed the man after— So the fetish for demon lust didn’t seem to benefit him in the end..”