Hey, all. Well, I decided that, for a change of pace, I’d write something original. It’s just a few pages for now, but I’m putting out feelers and seeing what people think. If you’re interested, go check out the first bits of BEHOLD! A Guide for the Aspiring Mad Scientist.
((I did it! I made a Jin!
Particularly proud because i forced myself not to use a pencil. Just a sharpie pen and a box of watercolours. I just picked it up and DID it today.
Mmm Jin u my favorite praetor pls marry me already. askoldjin-gitaxias I MADE THIS FOR U))
((bluh bad quality pic tho. does it and him no justice.))
Breathtaking. Awe-inspiring. (Adulatory adjective #42 not found.)
It is never proper to keep a lady waiting, especially not royalty, and especially not a mother whose children are such remarkable psychogenetic aberrations. Thank you, Your Fecundity.
((RL friend of mine told me about this epic bit of fanart. Needed to give my two cents. Seriously, thank you so, so much.))
First prototype is ready for use!
You’re adorable, you know that? Also, your face is on fire. Just so you know.
You have captured their very essence. Exquisite. Truly exquisite.
Just because I no longer feel like waxing praetorian (which is like waltzing Matilda, but with fewer billybongs and more syringes,) doesn’t mean I won’t make use of Tumblr whatsoever. For example, with all ten Return to Ravnica guild keywords brought to light, that means I can find ways to staple them together.
((Just a reminder that not all my blogs are defunct. :) ))
((I regret to inform you that, once again, I am leaving Tumblr. This time, it is not addiction, but indifference that drives the decision. It’s just not fun anymore, and there’s no reason to keep doing this if it isn’t fun.
((My sincerest apologies to my dear friends. To have reappeared and vanished again in so brief a span… To paraphrase a man this website has canonized, I am no doubt tearing you apart
((It was fun until it wasn’t. So long, and thanks for all the science.
Well put Jura. I don’t mind if I’m not found intimidating. That isn’t the look I’m going for. I’m going for a more appealing image, one that makes you want to trust me even though you know you can’t.
Because nothing says trust like a double fistful of necromancy and demonic runes etched into your skin. Brilliant plan, Miss Vess.
And it makes me want to teleport your brain out of your skull, since you’re clearly not using it. That, or introduce you to one of my sister’s hex parasites. Maybe both.
Phyrexia is my world’s inner self. Go down one of the lacunae if you don’t believe me.
Essentially, yes. You, meanwhile, appear to be a brute who lucked into powers you no doubt squander on petty anarchic frippery. Are we through trading introductory insults, or would you like to keep going?