Goodbye...sorta...

So, I was thinking of picking up this blog again, but the whole idea seems really eh… just doesn’t seem fun to me. So, Im shutting this account down. BUT WORRY NOT! I still got my artblog: @cometgreenart. I will still be drawing Gealach and other monster ocs…and bara (and rare NSFW). I’m still up for interaction and stuff on my art blog as well so if you ever have questions or want to RP or anything hmu on my artblog. I apologize for any inconvenience and the complete inactivity.

So yeah, if you liked Gealach an still wanna see more of ‘em and other OC’s follow me at Cometgreenart!

Goodbye...sorta...

So, I was thinking of picking up this blog again, but the whole idea seems really eh… just doesn’t seem fun to me. So, Im shutting this account down. BUT WORRY NOT! I still got my artblog: @cometgreenart. I will still be drawing Gealach and other monster ocs…and bara (and rare NSFW). I’m still up for interaction and stuff on my art blog as well so if you ever have questions or want to RP or anything hmu on my artblog. I apologize for any inconvenience and the complete inactivity.

So yeah, if you liked Gealach an still wanna see more of ‘em and other OC’s follow me at Cometgreenart!

Goodbye...sorta...

So, I was thinking of picking up this blog again, but the whole idea seems really eh… just doesn’t seem fun to me. So, Im shutting this account down. BUT WORRY NOT! I still got my artblog: @cometgreenart. I will still be drawing Gealach and other monster ocs…and bara (and rare NSFW). I’m still up for interaction and stuff on my art blog as well so if you ever have questions or want to RP or anything hmu on my artblog. I apologize for any inconvenience and the complete inactivity.

So yeah, if you liked Gealach an still wanna see more of ‘em and other OC’s follow me at Cometgreenart!

Okay so, I just reached 50 followers! So, I’m going to do a giveaway. It will last one week, from today, 3/28/15 and end on 4/4/15 at 12am/midnight EST. I’ll put your name in a generator, and the first three to pop up win!

Prize:

Rules:

What I will not draw:

Other than that, everything else is okay I guess.

Okay so, I just reached 50 followers! So, I’m going to do a giveaway. It will last one week, from today, 3/28/15 and end on 4/4/15 at 12am/midnight EST. I’ll put your name in a generator, and the first three to pop up win!

Prize:

Rules:

What I will not draw:

Other than that, everything else is okay I guess.

Gealach and Ben, because they both cuties.

Ben is copyright of cabinben I do not own this character in any way, shape, or form.

I want to do more sketches of these two, but time is really crunched for me rn, so this is all I can do for now.

I've been more active on my art blog, that's where I was hiding.

"Ugh…" Lazarus made no attempt to hide his disgust towards hunters. "They have theses things called pistols." He pulls one out, hidden under his long coat. "They look like this, they are dangerous an anyone’s hand. They send off a small projectile and if it hits, it hurts, horribly. Their accuracy is as good as the one behind the weapon. They also can hit you from a long range." He tucks it back away. "The bullets, the projectile, travel at a blindingly fast speed, so it’s hard to dodge, that is, unless your a ghost. They also have a good chance of ending your life right then and there if it hits you in the head, and if your a vampire like me, getting hit will a silver one is the absolute. End." Lazarus looks to the ground and scowls.

"They seemed to have beefed up communication as well, able to know what happens and where in a matter of seconds. Even if you kill them, if they managed to make contact, more of them come back." He sighs. "Everyday they learn more and more and find easier ways to track us down and pick us off one by one."

"Well that sounds like it sucks. Silver hurts me badly, but a bullet could never do it." Sixe shifted posistion again, "Are any people nice to you? I mean, any?" Poor guy, Sixe thought, having people on your tail 24/4 must be hard. "Let’s change topic; you sound French, but your name is Russian, pray tell why?"

Sixe wanted to keep the personal questions to a minimum, seeing how tense Lazarus was getting; but his analitical mind craved answers to the most trivial of questions. Either that or the food he’d eaten earlier had gone bad, “I hear a lot about other species and humans not getting along. It makes me sad almost.”

"Oh you'd be surprised what a silver bullet can do, it my be small, but it still stings horribly." Lazarus shifted, trying to get more comfortable. "Well of course there are people who are nice to me. I'm friends with a witch from England, and I help another one who lives close to home, and there are others as well." He stares at Sixe at the mention of his name. "Lazarus? Well, it actually is a French name, but it is more common as a surname than a first name. My parents were very indecisive about what to name me, so they took a bunch of paper, wrote names on them and threw in the air, and my Lazare was the one they first saw. They didn't like Lazare, so they changed it to Lazarus. A lot of people do look at me a little weird when they find out my first name is actually a surname."

Lazarus soften's his gaze. "Now, now, there's no reason to be upset. Not everyone gets along, and it's not always easy to make friends with prey. There is a balance. We need the humans as a source of food, or if your a werewolf, means to continue your species, and they fight to defend themselves." He looks down and shakes his head. "Where ever there is difference, there is war, and such is life."

↖ is now accepting curious anons.

Send me "Kiss me, quick!"

and I’ll generated a number from 1-25 to see where my muse will have to kiss yours:

"Three? No problem." Sixe wandered over to a nearby tree. He smacked it a few times, and sure enough, a few small birds and rodents fell out. Grabbing the squirrels with his huge mits, he broke their necks with one swift jerk of the hand, "Here y’ are. I don’t really need much at the moment, how about we just sit here and talk?"

A look of wonder lights up his eyes as he stares at his meal with pure joy. He quickly grabs each one, sinking his fangs in to draw out the fluids. The poor animals, each shriveling into nothing but skinny husks. This should hold me over for a while. After finishing, he licks away the blood from his crimson-stained lips and teeth before chucking the lifeless bodies into the woods. Thinking about the offer,”I suppose we I can stay for a chat, I’m in no hurry nor have anywhere I need to go currently.”

He looks around, straining his ears and sniffing, but he gets nothing back, and the bad blood still clouds his sense of smell. “Are you sure well be safe here? From the hunters?”

"Hunters? Ye, we’ll be fine. Killing me is ridiculously hard; them, not so much." Sixe cleared a spot for them to sit in the shallow snow under the tree. "So, besides hunger, what vexes you? I have a friend who’s fascinated by vampires."

Sixe adjusted his arms, which were still in their wendigo-like state, so that he could lay them crosswise on his lap. He let out a sigh and played with a ball of snow.

Has this man even seen how hunters are now these days? His confidence best not cost him his- or our- life. Hesitant, he makes his way over and sits near the wendigo. “Well, it bothers me that there is so much chaos currently.” He eyes Sixe carefully, “And what do you mean by, ‘fascinated’? The last time someone was ‘fascinated’ with me nearly cost me my life.”

Lazarus becomes a bit more restive. Being out in the open like this, he felt like something was going to get him, as his paranoia often lead him to think such. 

"Rest assured this’friend’ will not harm you, and killing me is a long, hard process. I’ve done the research." He sat next to the vampire and began to ponder, "As for fascination, he, uh, is…I can’t really put my finger on it. But as I’ve said, he won’t hurt you." Sixe had also missed the recent chaos Lazarus had mentioned. Had Sixe under a rug this whole time?

Still cool in attitude, Sixe sighed, “What chaos? I haven’t seen too much goin’ on around here.” He could sense the uneasiness in the vampire’s expression.

"Ugh..." Lazarus made no attempt to hide his disgust towards hunters. "They have theses things called pistols." He pulls one out, hidden under his long coat. "They look like this, they are dangerous an anyone's hand. They send off a small projectile and if it hits, it hurts, horribly. Their accuracy is as good as the one behind the weapon. They also can hit you from a long range." He tucks it back away. "The bullets, the projectile, travel at a blindingly fast speed, so it's hard to dodge, that is, unless your a ghost. They also have a good chance of ending your life right then and there if it hits you in the head, and if your a vampire like me, getting hit will a silver one is the absolute. End." Lazarus looks to the ground and scowls.

"They seemed to have beefed up communication as well, able to know what happens and where in a matter of seconds. Even if you kill them, if they managed to make contact, more of them come back." He sighs. "Everyday they learn more and more and find easier ways to track us down and pick us off one by one."

Send me a ship and I will grade it:

A+: OTP A: I love it B: It’s really cute C: Not a bad ship D: I’m neutral on it E: I don’t really like it F: NOTP N/A: I don’t know the ship well enough

Bring it.