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OK guys, I've been started to expand into other social medias to (hopefully) get more people to notice me.

If you have a tumblr, feel free to follow me ^_^…
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A person I'm watching, :iconnecroven:, is hosting a giveaway ^^


Check it out ^^
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I'm thinking about making a Patreon account, but I'm not sure if I should go through with it or not. If it's possible, could you, my lovely watchers, give me some more information about it, and help me decide if I should go through with it or not? I would really love to hear your input about it. :)

Or even, feel free to let me know if I should wait a little while before I go ahead and create an account on Patreon. Until I have more followers and made more of a name for myself.

I really do need your help about this, and I greatly appreciate you taking the time to share what you'll have to say.
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So.. I was going to have a piece to post today. But first, it wouldn't let me render the piece into JPEG, or even PNG... After I managed to get it into that file format, as it turns out, Deviant art doesn't support images larger than 200 megapixels... X.x just.. I can't win today.
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I may be going a bit inactive for a little bit.. as multiple tragedies have come to light in my family.

I'm honestly not quite certain as to whether or not I will actually be going inactive, but this is a heads up just in case I'm not as active with keeping up with things as I have been.. 

I'm sorry, dears, but.. it's  just been difficult for me to deal with..
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~sigh~ alright, so.. I'm looking to start offering to do paid commissions, through actual money/PayPal. I could use the extra money on the side so I can hopefully, eventually, afford an illustrator's tablet for my digital artwork. Any help at all, would be slpendid.

I'm negotiable on the prices of the commission, and if you have  tight budget, payment installments can be set up, as I know not everyone can afford the full price of commissions at the starting gate.

And I warn you now, I take great pride and care in the art pieces I do. Also, I have work and a semi-busy schedule to deal with. So my progress time on art pieces may take a bit longer than the average artist. Patience is greatly appreciated.

So.. Now down to the prices..

For a line art sketch (simple): $10-15
Ex: Angel Pony (uncolored) by Annabelle-Ailuros

For a complex sketch: $15-25
Ex: Ritual by Annabelle-Ailuros

For a drawing with flat colors: $25-30
Ex: Jungle Glass by Annabelle-Ailuros

A drawing with light shading: $35
Ex: Selene Nocturri by Annabelle-Ailuros

A drawing with complex shading: $40
Ex: She Loves You by Annabelle-Ailuros Kyoko by Annabelle-Ailuros

Adding a simple background costs an additional $10
Ex: Angel With A Heart (colored) by Annabelle-Ailuros

Adding a complex background costs an additional $15
Ex: Fire Rose by Annabelle-Ailuros Pissed Off Angel (colored) by Annabelle-Ailuros

And each added character to the piece adds $10-15 per each character added, depending upon complexity of that character.
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Alright... So, as you all know, I work mostly on my computer to make my drawings.  And I usually have a ton of projects to work on (because I'm notorious for starting things, but not finishing them).  

I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY THEY DON'T INCLUDE AUTOSAVE WITH ART PROGRAMS!!!! It drives me up the wall when I get really far in a project, almost finish it, forget to save.. and the program crashes, making me lose everything I had done!  Just... Jesus Christ this drives me insane!!!!

....that's all I wanted to rant about.
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1. How long have you been on DeviantArt?
~collectively? Between two accounts (one now deactivated) about 6 or 7 years.
2. What does your username mean?
~look at my deviations, and you'll find out. :)
3. Describe yourself in three words.
~weird, hyper, and socially awkward.
4. Are you left or right handed?
5. What was your first deviation?
~i believe it was my OC, in Forsworn Armor.
6. What is your favourite type of art to create?
7. If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be?
~i just want to master the style I have.
8. What was your first favourite?
~i believe that was Neon by one of my best friends.
9. What type of art do you tend to favourite the most?
~i think digital, but I just favorite whatever catches my fancy.
10. Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist?
~i couldn't possibly pick a favorite. There are too many wonderful artists that I adore.
11. If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be?
~umm.. Either Neo, or SnaiLords.
12. How has a fellow deviant impacted your life?
~how have they not???
13. What are your preferred tools to create art?
~a digital art tablet.
14. What is the most inspirational place for you to create art?
~wherever I can listen to music.
15. What is your favourite DeviantArt memory?
~there are too many fond memories to share.

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Annabelle was a character that I became infatuated with after a dream about two years ago. I wrote down her story as I had seen it from the dream, and later designed her appearance, since I had seen what had happened to her first hand. Though.. I did hear a bit about her appearance from those around her. Here is her story...

She wasn't always the way that she appears now. She didn't have cat attributes or super-soldier strength, thinking, speed, or reflexes. She had a family. She was about the age eighteen, living with her mother and father. Her mother was home all the time, coddling Annabelle by always being there to talk to her and by being overbearing towards her through being over-protective, having her inside before a certain time and having her check-in with her mom every half hour. Annabelle’s dad never seemed to be home. He was always away on business, but, when he was home, he never seemed to want anything to do with her. He was always just distant, a side-effect from the recent war that their nation was still recovering from. Annabelle never really understood why her dad never talked to her anymore, but she figured he was going to come back home mentally someday.

Annabelle never got to see that day. One day, she was late coming home because she was at a friend’s, studying for a big exam coming up. One of her biggest mistakes was walking home alone in those dark alley ways that she had taken seemingly a thousand times before in the day. She heard some rattling somewhere behind her, and a prickling feeling of being watched bathed her in a cold feeling. She whipped around only to see what appeared to be nothing more than a cloth sack, then no sight at all. Darkness shrouded her vision as a sharp pain bloomed on the back of her skull, making her lose consciousness.

When she awoke, she was in a cage made up of what appeared to be iron, though she was aware that, from the scent, it truly wasn't, but she consciously had no idea why. She sat up, looking around to find out her other surroundings was that of a strange lab. Many instruments of unknown functions littered almost the entire area, save for clear paths. Scientific equations, written out on sheets of paper and whiteboards, covered every last table surface and clear section of wall, as well as a name which read "S.S. testing facility D1795." She frowned. Everything was too clear. Too sharp. She stood, panic welling in her heart, and with blind force, and a bit of pain, she crashed through the bars of her prison, and ran. She didn't know where she was running to, nor why the alarms started shrieking in her ears, but she needed to get out. She soon found herself down a hall, and out of the large doors with, surprisingly, no resistance. She ran and ran, going for days without stopping, until her legs finally gave out on a dirt road during a thunderstorm. By the time her strength gave out on her, however, the hospital gown that she was in from the facility was in tatters. She couldn't move anymore, she realized as her consciousness faded out . She was too tired...