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General | Posted 10 years agoಠ_ಠDear Effin' Diary; Let's Rollout!!
General | Posted 11 years agoIt’s me again. With another diary entry; Your favorite thing to do with your day.
It’s been a few days now since the poptart funeral with that strange assailant. I have to admit that I was kind of worrisome about going outside, in fear of seeing that guy again. No matter how many times I peered out my windows, I saw no sign of a masked figure.
This gave me enough courage to go out into the world once more and get things done. By things, I mean get more cake. But upon my travels, something spontaneous happened. Yep, you guessed it; it was him.
I don’t even know what in the hell happened, but I ended up… collared. I was speechless, and my eyes began to follow the chain of my new collar, over to this man’s wrist. What is this? Deathnote?
He started talking, and all I caught onto was him trying to rename me, followed by a hug.
”Just ‘Juice’ is fine.” Wait. Why did I ...say that?
Saying something like THAT only implies that I accept his invitation to kidnap me. I guess deep down inside, I WANTED to be kidnapped to have something different in my life. This was like the whole ordeal with Hades and Persephone. Did this guy feel a certain love for me, and it was so uncontrollable that he had to steal me away into his chariot and keep me in his version of the underworld?
Then it hit me…
“If ‘Juice’ is your last name, then what in the heck is your first?”
his response? ‘OH, you wish to inquire further on your new daddy? D’awe~ Well I’m Chancellor Autopsy. But you can call me ‘Poppy’ <3’
Even with the heart.
”I’ll just call you Autopsy in the presence of myself.”
I was really calm and collected about all of this. But what did I have to lose? All I had at home was a Beta fish. Lucky enough, I had majority of my things with me, consisting of my computer; computer charger; phone; and phone charger, since I was going to go a Starbucks or something do some drawing there once I picked up my cake.
WHAA, my cake…--
To wrap all of this up, I’m living this strange man. Arting with him and other some such. We’re a team now. We’re combined, and sharing both of our art on the same profile. I’m moving in with him, so I’ll be submitting most of my already posted artwork onto his profile, and submitting my future artwork there as well. But don’t worry, I’m not completely abandoning my Iodavin profile; I’ll still post some artwork there as well.
As for future commissions, I’ll still be talking those as well. All day everyday. And as a given, my commission prices have changed, so be on the lookout for that, folks! Another thing on those commissions; me and Autopsy will also be talking combined commissions. Guides will be up super soon!
Chancellor Autopsy and Chancellorette Juice.
Missed day one? Read it here!!
Missed day two? Read it here!!
Catch me at my alternative account; LeftOverAutopsyJuiceDear Effin' Diary; Pedestals for Dead Delicious Homies.
General | Posted 11 years agoI needed some more cake to satisfy my needs and wants.
One of those personal cakes. For one person; I could make it last for about a good three days before I go through withdraws again.
Cake in hand, I was regretting this trip. On the way back to my cruddy apartment, was the tunnel. That very same tunnel in which I met that strange stranger. There was this feeling that he would be there. Why? My epic foreshadowing skills.
And to my not-so-surprise, there was a figure under the street light. He was… bending over, and hauling something to the side. You know how ridiculous it would be if it was that guy, and he was burying the poptart I smacked out of his hand?
Ahha, hah, … haa.. ah, sigh.
Why in the hell not. I walked over, rehearsing in my mind what I would say if he were to say something to me. But then I realized how little time I had to do such a thing, so I figured I would be a creep and stand silently behind this fellow.
During the time of walking over though, I pieced together that this man was digging a grave. For, the poptart.
‘--!! Hey! I knew you’d come back! No-good-doers always return to the scene of the crime!! WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE, HARLOT?’ [/b]He shouted in my direction.
What is this guy’s purpose in life. Never the less, even if it was a poptart, I felt bad for making him upset.
WhatamIsaying? It’sjustafuckingpoptart?
Surrounding the dirt mound were patches of grass, and from one of those patches, I plucked a blade, and handed to him.
This act of condolence settled him down.
He took the blade of grass and rested it on the dirt mound for his dead homie. I took this time to look over his features inconspicuously; Black goggles that voided his eyes. A black mask like he was some sort of superhero and/or villain… He was tall (taller than me anyway) and lanky.
Enough of this criminal profiling.
Aside from him pouring… milk on the ground, we stood there. In the silence of night. Together. Mourning.
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Here's yesterday's journal entry about this, And here's Autopsy's side of things on yesterday's events~!!
To be continued
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Dear Effin' Diary; So this happened...
General | Posted 11 years ago“No. There’s nothing to report.”
“-- What? … No, that rumor is a tumor, because it hit a dead end.”
“... I’m sorry, I had no clue your brother had a tumor.”
“Yeah-huh. … Uhh… Yes… Okay, but what about--”
“--Hello? ...Hello?”
My heart jumped in that moment.
When the connection goes dead like that, that means someone is near, and most likely in hearing distance…(Or is it listening distance?) But going over the conversation on my end? There was no way this third party person would've known what I was talking about.
Let’s amp the mystery up some more, and say nothing to the stranger approaching. I could tell how far they were by the echos of their footsteps, and the crinkle of a plastic bag. I didn't look their direction.
What kind of an idiot walks down a creepy tunnel in the dead of night? … Hobos... murders… Dogs… other animals… cats… Okay. Stop. You had me at hobos.
(You? Who am I referring to..?)
To my surprise, this person… this… man, tried to stick something in my mouth. Ew, I realize now how perverse that sounded, but by SOMETHING, I mean SOMETHING -- I really didn't know what it was. When I smacked whatever he tried to stick in my mouth on the ground, I noticed it was a poptart.
(What kind of person…?)
And no longer had that poptart been on the ground, the man quickly joined. Crying. Not just crying, sobbing. Not just sobbing, making a river. Not just making a river, putting this tunnel back into use.
I panicked by walking away. Calmly.
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To be continued
...Commission Information Center. [Updated and Everything!!]
General | Posted 12 years agoI'll need;
- A clear visual idea of what you want from me. This could come in picture, or word form.
- Patience. I do have a life. Job, family matters. You know. So please, just be patient with me. And thanks.
Rules;
- You may NOT remove my signature.
- Post my work with proper credit.
- You may NOT further edit the image or sell it on without my consent.
Payment?
- PayPal only. (USD, US currency. ($))
- I want to be paid in full before hand.
What I won't draw;
- Porn. :I
- Ridiculous amounts of muscle/boob-age/ass-age.
- Some machinery
- Some scenery
- Gore ( Blood is fine. Just not if someone's head is getting chopped off. )
Prices;
Line Art
Bust ... $ 7.00
Half Body ... $ 9.00
Full Body ... $ 12.00
Flat Color
Bust ... $ 7.00
Half Body ... $ 12.00
Full Body ... $ 17.00
Full Color
Bust ... $ 15.00
Half Body ... $ 20.00
Full Body ... $ 25.00
(Prices ARE NOT final. Let's negotiate a little. I understand you may not have that much money to buy my crappy[/sub] art, so I understand!! You guys know the drill; throw a note at me if you're interested.)
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