The Incubus

“The darkness of death is like the evening twilight;             it makes all objects appear more lovely to the dying”

Alas, none were to be found.

Distraught, the demon collapsed to the floor, clutching the empty container that once held the sugary delights. In his usual fashion, he began to sob dramatically, completely inconsolable. 

In case you can’t read my shitty handwriting: 

500 FOLLOWERS. WOW. HOLY CANOLI. What the hell even is a canoli? Is it like a pastry thing or is it like a calzone? Sweet or savory? I don’t fucking know, it’s a thing. Whatever schmatever. 

Anyways, I never thought my dumbass crummy little OC would gather this much of a following. I’m honored to have all of you along for the ride and wish you guys would talk to me more often because I’d love to get to know all of you! If it helps, I’m making you guys presents! Three presents, to be exact! 

To join the contest, like and reblog this post and that gives you two chances to get picked for the drawing! First place gets a full-colored drawing with one or two characters and a background. Second place gets one character bust, shoulders + up and colored/shaded, and third place gets a sketch dump of whatever they want! 

                           “Her eyes are pure stars, and her fingers, if they              touch you, freeze you to the bone.” - Virginia Woolf, Orlando

★ Indie OC 

☾ Welcomes RPers from all fandoms

★ 18+ Mun/Muse

☾ 1 1/2 years RP experience

★ Adaptive roleplaying (one-liners to multi-para)