iLantiis is no longer amused.
I am way too busy and too old for all of the drama and fapping that seems to happen, so I have resigned myself to blocking rude-ass people at strike two and only making time for the art I love for the groups and people I love.
I will not do artwork for you. Please visit my website if you want to commission me. Paypal only.
I will not unblock you. If you are blocked - you deserve it. Probably for showing me your ass. I don't care that you want to apologize - take it and go. And don't bother my friends by trying to turn them into messenger pigeons to deliver your apology. I don't want it - I don't deal with rude people. Period.
I earned my Seniority and Deviousness Award by being NICE and HELPFUL and RESPECTFUL to EVERYBODY. No, I can't help you earn them. You have to do that on your own by not being rude and by trying to be helpful (that means no whining, no begging, no trolling). Good luck.
I only participate on dA for a few core groups I am in. I sometimes do other things but it is all essentially...
My Senshi HoardBecause all of us senshi addicts have one... So I made one... And am redoing it now because I have SO MANY SENSHI it needed reorganization (and I was sick of having it spread across FOUR journals)... //shot
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WSP Round 1: IntroductionSaito Nobuko tossed her wavy black hair back with a swift slap of her hand and huffed to herself. Adjusting the extraordinarily large wooden book in her arms, she glanced back at the sea of stairs falling behind her and then back again at the wave of stairs yet to be conquered ahead of her, “Why can’t we just transform to take these stairs?” she pondered out loud to herself.
Shaking it off, she started back on her trek to the top of the white tower, the early morning sun starting to beat down on her pale skin. Nobuko wasn’t unaccustomed to the sun or humidity, but she did miss the beautiful scenery from her home in Japan. The scenery here was nice, and she said a silent prayer that today would see her under a tree reading her book.
She took the long staircase rather causally, pacing herself as Nobuko didn’t want to stress herself or become ‘gross and sweaty.’ Each step managed to send a knot up her leg, slowing her down considerably the closer