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Depressed Miri is depressed. She's married to a vituperative king who basically wed her only to secure an alliance between his own kingdom and her father's. Miri was used as a bargaining chip to save her people from being conquered but her husband abuses her, physically, verbally and sexually. So she hates her life, but she can't kill herself  because, if she does, it means she forfeits her kingdom to his tyrannical rule. So she wastes away like a rare flower in the desert kingdom, longing and wishing for the only love she'd ever known as a young girl to come and save her. Wishful thinking? Maybe.

Okami Kari translates to bad ass little ninja red riding hood. LOL just kidding. It translates to "wolf hunter" Riki was found sitting naked on a riverbank when she was 7 years old. She was raised in a village where the males were all trained to fight and the women were raised to be homemakers. Her adoptive father, wanting a son, but only granted this daughter, decided to raise her as his son and train her accordingly. The village was constantly being terrorized by wolves, and people's livestock were being eaten, but the villagers weren't completely defenseless and trained from birth to deal with such conditions. They were killing wolves left and right, like pests, and life went on. But there was one legendary white wolf, that the elders would whisper about. They said it was actually a demon that could shape-shift and take human form. It once took the form of one unfortunate little one's beloved, and widely revered grandmother, decades before, to get reven

Look! I did a speedpaint! So different from my usual stuff. I had a lot of fun playin' around with this one. The original colors were like 200% more retina-scorching saturated than this. It was disgusting how bright it was- it looked like an a unicorn jizzed all over my monitor. I toned it down for YOUR sake. You're welcome.

This is an amalgam of some of my experiences as of late. I've been going to meditation at a Buddhist temple every Sunday for a while now and I'm learning about the Dhamma and its benefits. I really love the inner peace and patience I'm gaining from practicing it. I also went home to visit Detroit a few weeks back, which is usually a negative experience for me; for a lot of reasons. But this past time was good. It was warm, I got to see a lot of my cousins, aunts and uncles at the family reunion and I realized how much I missed them all.  I don't always readily like to associate myself with Detroit because there's alot of negative stigmas attached. But its home. A lot of the reason I get so stressed when I go back is because the deterioration and poverty is so apparent and nothing like anywhere else in the US. The criminals are rampant like wild animals. The Police and Fire Departments' funding has been cut so drastically, they rarely try to to enforce anyt

This here was inspired by Hiatus Kaiyote's song "Ocelot", which is also currently my ringtone. I don't know if I like this enough to finish it though, I might draw another one. But technically it's decent.

I had a little drama this morning. It was so asinine I probably shouldn't take the time to write it here but I'm gonna anyway. SO I've been making mozzarella, tomato and basil sandwiches all week for lunch and I couldn't think of any good condiments to go on my sandwich at first (Mayo was the default choice) but I'm not a big fan of mayo. Anyway I had a great idea, to put pesto on my sandwiches because I f*ckin love pesto and it just goes well with  my ingredients. Me, being a spoiled, lazy brat, solicited Kurt (my booski, who actually ENJOYS cooking) to make the pesto, because I knew he'd make it good! I think you're taking advantage of me. ANYWAY. He made the pesto on like, Monday and I wasn't able to go get it until yesterday. He lives far and I had to go get it after work-So I was exhausted. But at the end of the day, I got my Freakin' pesto. Moving on. I got home at like midnight, probably didn't actually go to bed til around 1 and went