09-03-09
EDIT: Passed 1K, no one claimed it, so I'm making it 1111!
After my longest period of consistent submissions evar, I'm approaching 1K views! [Which may be somewhat pathetic, considering the age of this account...]
But anyway, KIRIBAN TIME!
First to screencap and note/comment me gets a free request! Full color/body/blahblahblah, essentially whatever the hell you want. If you want nudity, keep it to softcore, or DA will eat my face =/
+REQUEST+
1 - [awaiting kiriban]
///rEI
07-31-09
Spreading the love-virus!
1- I will add the first 14 people to comment on this journal to the Promotional List.
2- For each of those 14 people, I will put their avatar and three deviations I like from their gallery on the list.
3- If I feature you, you'll have to do the same in your journal, putting me on the first place, completing this way the list with 14 people.
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07-29-09
Alright, I need some extra practice, so I'm opening up 5 art trade slots!
Comment if you want to grab one of these!
+TRADES+
1 - [empty]
2 - [empty]
3 - [empty]
4 - [empty]
5 - [empty]
///rEI
06-27-09
Yes, I am suddenly posting again.
Hopefully, I'll keep it up!
Funny, how I tend do want to draw more when I have a job than otherwise O_o
///rEI
04-29-09
Backlog posted, all caught up, and even have something new for you to see!
Most of the backlog is in scraps.
Old Account +
[link]LiveJournal +
[link]Facebook +
[link]MySpace +
[link]///rEI
Thanks for the watch!
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一期は夢よ、ただ狂え
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I suppose this is me slowly dying,
smearing myself against you, against the words I write,
leaving little bits like bright red Christmas presents,
moist and smelling like old iron artillery.
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Spock:You are the captain of this ship.
Translation: If you want to be an idiot, I wont stop you, but only because I dont out-rank you.
- Lanaea "Brain Matter"; Chapter 11
You have a nice gallery.
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Member of the Writer's Guild: [link]
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I suppose this is me slowly dying,
smearing myself against you, against the words I write,
leaving little bits like bright red Christmas presents,
moist and smelling like old iron artillery.
You're being watched.
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