I have almost officially moved to my tumblr.

Personal bull, IRL centered crap, pseudo-essays and long-winded rants about things can stay here. My fan-and-original! works can be crossposted, I'm not sure yet. I'm still reading through my friends list (beautiful people, all of you, and beautiful communities, all of them)...

...when I can, that is. I don't know, I'm really upset with the DDOS attacks plaguing LJ right now. This is bad when you pay for the thing. :(

Just, well. *scratch* I'm not exactly leaving, per se, but just saying I post more on tumblr. So if you want to try it out, drop me a line, and I'll be your +1 over there and nag you there a lot more than here.

Cheers!

this is so very belated lol there might be blood

LOTS: Assassin's Creed desmond, ezio, cesare, lucrezia, altair, malik . . . eh a lot of shit, mostly AC2 & ACB
SOME: Prototype alex mercer being angry, some james heller being angry, some alex mercer and james heller being angry at each other, DANA ♥
FEW: Protocreed alex mercer/desmond miles holy shit i dont even like crossovers but this is my otp?! OTL
SOME: World of Warcraft priests and the like.
FEW: A Song of Ice and Fire // Game of Thrones Uh, yeah. Chibis!
FEW: Dragonlance Where did you guys come from?!
FEW: Some other shit.

THIS POST IS INSANELY IMAGE HEAVY.

I am serious. This is like THREE sketch dump posts in one. I haven't made any in a really, really, really long while.

Some 'racy' stuff in here, but no penisae.

Also, THERE ARE ASSASSIN'S CREED AND PROTOTYPE SPOILERS IN THIS POST if you squint.

( ON WITH THE CRAP SHE CALLS ART! )

When I was a fifteen-year old fledgling I used to have this dream that I would someday end up in art school. It was partly why I pushed to get into IB, even after my mother told me they couldn’t spare the money for the registration—I wanted to land into a decent art school abroad, and get some scholarships in the process.
( but what are your thoughts on art school? )

Sometimes, all it takes is for one retard to throw a stone in the well.

And everyone comes running.

wit end.