#faepersonal

I just wanna say thank you for being around in Tumblr and share my works.

I know I may not be as active here as I used to. As years after having Maya, it's been difficult for me to sit down and draw again. Or have I the muse to draw. Instead, I have been learning a new skill along the way. No, not just motherhood. If you've caught on from my Instagram, I have been actively cosplaying.

But, as of late, my muse to cosplaying/making costume has been down on low and I'm still trying to find the reason why. However, I've been getting my drawing muse back and have been actively drawing again. I'm ready to learn and expand in art.

And hopefully getting back to drawing Tasertricks! I miss those guys and I certainly miss interacting with you guys! Feel free to fill up my asks with your ideas based on Tasertricks. Hopefully that'll help me get back into the comics again.

(copy and paste from @stolenrelicloki // my Loki RP blog)

Fae here, I would like to apologize for not being around lately. I would like to let you know that I wasn’t able to RP for awhile because my Father in Law had a stroke and needed constant attention and care.

But that was for a few months. About almost 2 months ago, my father-in-law passed away and we have been really busy getting back on track with things. Especially being there for my mother-in-law and my husband for their time of grieve.

I’ll try to be on more and I apologize if I couldn’t reply. I’ll do my best.

Fae here, I would like to apologize for not being around lately. I would like to let you know that I wasn’t able to RP for awhile because my Father in Law had a stroke and needed constant attention and care.

But that was for a few months. About almost 2 months ago, my father-in-law passed away and we have been really busy getting back on track with things. Especially being there for my mother-in-law and my husband for their time of grieve. 

I’ll try to be on more and I apologize if I couldn’t reply. I’ll do my best.

Day 1: 3 cry-ers. One threw a tantrum; punched me in the face and kicked me in the shins countless times. Day 2: 1 cry-er. She cried so hard that she threw up on the floor, my only working shoes, and the skirt of my outfit.