Current Residence: earth ^_^|
MP3 player of choice: any that i can find that works
Favourite cartoon character: all the villains, mostly. i find them to be fascinating characters
Personal Quote: "Why don't we have Finland's educational system?" "I am literally never going to use this.Ever." and "THERE'S A METAPHOR IN MY BED!"
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Pricing Guide 2014While I no longer take commissions, and never plan to again, I often get asked what to expect for my pieces when they go up for sale in my Etsy shop: https://www.etsy.com/shop/DragonsAndBeasties?ref=hdr_shop_menu. Prices are based on amount of time spent as well as supply and demand. Each of sculptures are completely hand sculpted without the use of any molds, and tediously crafted to be as smooth and perfectly symmetrical as possible. I have spent several years perfecting my craft, and I feel that shows in each little critter I make. I am a perfectionist when it comes to my sculptures, so you can be guaranteed only the best craftsmanship and highest quality.
I try to offer a wide range of items in each sale, to give everyone an equal chance no matter their current financial situation.
Scrap Dragons: $35-40
Simple and sweet, these are my most budget friendly option, and I try to make a batch every month or two.
Sometimes I make them with babie
Horuss x Reader - Nights Filled with Longer Hours
Horuss stood at his workbench, staring down at some of his current projects. There was a new whistle he was designing for Kankri, new high tech skateboards for Mituna and Latula, a translator for Damara, and even an electronic cigarette for Cronus so that he could quit smoking. He smiled, knowing that everyone would indeed love their new gifts.
Then, his smile disappeared. Though his friends would be happy, what about [Name]? There was nothing for her on the bench. In all of his projects, he always forgot some of the most important parts.
“I can’t believe this...” Horuss muttered, brushing the projects aside and pulling out his tools. He was now determined to make this up to her, and even without her knowing it was an apology.
As Horuss worked vigilantly on your new gift - though he wasn’t really sure what it would turn out to be - he heard the basement stairs creek. He continued to work without even glancing at the steps. He didn’t want to look you in the
Eridan x Reader : There's a Storm Coming, Soon.
You looked out upon the glistening ocean, watching its waves reach the shore in repetitive movements. Each wave that you saw wash towards you had begun somewhere far off, and had managed to continue forward, persevering for hundreds of miles only to meet its end on the damp sand that was the beach. You wished that you had that sort of perseverance, you wished that you were able to move forward and never look back.
Your feet rested mere inches from the water's edge, not daring to step any closer; you knew better.
Your lusus had warned you countless times of the dangers that lie beneath the ocean's surface, of all the bloodthirsty sea-dwelling trolls who were always waiting for a land-dweller to approach. Of course, being the young and naive young troll you were those few sweeps back, still growing into your grub legs, you had decided to investigate.
You ran out into the water, splashing happily with a wide smile on your face. Surely something so surreal and beautiful could not be danger
Gamzee x Reader - Wicked Sister
You were falling.
The bright purple lights that hung above you shined brightly, hogging all of your vision. Your long curly black hair flew back as your head fell lifeless, your upper body having gone limp. You were spinning and falling, hanging only by your right leg. You closed your eyes as everything around you seemed to fall into slow-motion, and a smile graced your features. Music played in the background of your act, but you tuned it out for a moment, simply letting yourself fall. The entire situation felt surreal, and you simply spun quicker. The large ring you were hanging on, it being held by a mere rope, began to make it's way towards the ground. You opened your eyes and waited until the ground was close enough for you to touch, and then you turned yourself forwards and flipped onto the ground.
You grabbed the ring once more, and in beat with the music ran around in circles. The rope twisted tightly, pulling the ring up into the air once more. You grabbed onto the rope
Grub!Gamzee x Reader: Don't Leave Me
You hummed your favorite song cheerfully as you finished folding your laundry, placing them into neat piles on your bed. The trolls were so kind to give you a bed instead of making you sleep in slime, which you weren't really sure you'd be able to do. The thought alone made you cringe in disgust. You wondered how Gamzee could stand to eat the stuff anyway, it smelled like plastic.
All of the trolls had been so nice, well, most of them. They had found you sitting calmly on a meteor after the earth had exploded (calmly wailing and biting your nails in anxiety), they were kind enough to take you in. Well, Kanaya was the one who insisted that they help you, being the motherly and caring troll that she was. After a while of living with them, though, they all seemed to warm up to you. Especially Gamzee...he was so sweet. He seemed to like you a lot, but you never knew for sure. He would sneak up behind you a lot and honk his horn, or sometimes he would just wal
Crying In The Rain | Dave x ReaderCrying In The Rain
Dave x Reader
The best time to cry is in the rain. Everyone is inside, and even if they were out, no one would be able to tell the tears in your face from the rain falling from the sky. So every time it rains, you go out into the cold, wet abyss and cry. You let it all go. You sit on the bench in the park and hug your knees to your chest, resting your head on your knees, you cry, all the problems in your life. Your dad left before you were born, always moving, no real friends, bullied, your mom's death. Until that one day.
You looked outside and saw that it was raining. So you went to the park to cry. You just say there, looking down, crying. It had been five minutes when,
"Hey" you looked up, there was a boy standing there, he had platinum blonde hair, fair skinned and he was wearing shades. Over his skinny-but-strong body were deep red skinny jeans and a black jacket, and even in the rain, his hair was perfectly styled.
"I said hey" he sat down next to yo