#akuracain

[faejilly]

do you know how you want the story to end when you start, or are you just stumbling through the figurative wilderness hoping to find a road?

Either! Both! Sometimes at the same time!

I usually have a vague idea of what I’m going for, but that doesn’t always survive first contact with the enemy story on the page. Sometimes I have a good idea of the arc I want, sometimes I have a scene I’m trying to reach, and sometimes I just want to play with characters and then I follow along transcribing whatever the heck it was they decided to do. 

Sometimes I realize before I get to whatever scene I was working towards that it’s actually done, and sometimes I realize that that was actually just the middle. 

I really really don’t know what I’m doing, half the time. Usually the road I find is a good one, but sometimes it takes a while. 

[padalickingood]

Who would you want to see as a guest?

Honestly I am one of those ppl whose really gunning for a guest appearance by the Mcelroy’s. doesn’t have to be all of them all though that would be rad, but I understand that that adds up to a ridiculous amount of players at the table lol

but I feel like they would really add some interesting energy to the table that would be really enjoyable to see the main cast bounce off of TvT

[verdant-wanderer]

{{I hope you like it! -Fox

ps. sorry It took so long, work got in the way of arting!

A fantastic piece of art made by @akuracain! Thanks for the lovely birthday present! 

[iceskatingmobsters]

chrysalis or all that he’s invested in?

already did the second one so have a snippet from chrysalis! this one is an Arcane-to-LoL-bridge character study that is currently subtitled "aka viktor almost fucking dies"

Years later, with schematics improved, he would try again. It would not end well.

He didn’t remember much, but he did remember screaming on his own operating table, mask askew, ribs splayed wide, the hextech in his blood screaming discordant alongside him. Wretched flesh and muscle quivered in open air and his silicon lungs struggled to draw in breath.

He had not accounted for the hextech. He had not accounted for the organic material it had bonded to. As much as he yearned to rip the thrice-damned organ from his chest and be done with it — to reach another pinnacle in his own evolution — to do so would be to forsake himself and kill the very thing enabling his progress and sustaining him.

It would have to stay. Back against cold metal, cauterizing the last inch of open chest closed, the pulse he felt became a mocking jeer: still here, still here, still here.

[pandamuses]

your art has gotten so good!

     ~*..// Ahhhhh~ This is so sweet of youuuu. Why are you always so sweet? But are you one to talk? I’ve seen your art! You’ve progressed way more than I have! (also I miss you, hello my darling)

[shadesofmauve]

akuracain replied to your post“Silly dragon dilemmas”

I also have a bunch of possible snapper babies on the way and I have a couple of unnamed guys in my lair that are ready to breed I want to give away. Would you like one?

Oh -- no thank you (at least for right this minute) -- I've lucked into some lovelies, I was just trying to figure out what to do with the poor odd girl out! But I'm curious to see what your baby snappers turn out like, 'cause Giant Dork Dragons are awesome. :D

[heretherebdragons]

akuracain replied to your post “Smokey Babies for Sale at Edge of the Map”

Is Adonna still available? Can you hold her for a bit? I don't have quite enough for her yet but I can get enough. In a few days time.

She is, indeed! I'll send you a PM on FR, okay? :) 

[shadesofmauve]

akuracain replied to your post: That’s okay, mosquitoes. I wanted to c...

Try wearing a perfume or something with a citrus-y scent, usually they love me but when I spray myself with the orange smelling perfume from work; they leave me alone most of the time.

Ooh, that's one I haven't tried. I'll have to find something -- I think the only citrusy thing I have currently is massage oil. 

When I know I'm going to be outside around dusk I go whole hog on the nasty nasty chemicals, which works great. The problem is the weird little moments -- this time it was ten minutes spent outside talking to my mom between session and home. In that time I got at least nine bites -- wait, there's number ten -- some of which have already grown to the size of a penny.

Mosquitoes love me, and my body hates them, and I itch in the crossfire.