As I owe you people something, I'll take one suggestion for my works. No romance, no foolishness, no out of character prose... But take one character, and name something. Oh, also- no fan-fiction and no lemons. I'd like to distance myself from these things, unless the lemons are involving my characters, or if they are special favors for very close friends. Let me know your suggestions on this matter.
On a side note, I'm working on the final draft of Sanguinary. I of course will update this damned thing when I publish it, but that is the only issue. There many be a lot of roadblocks with that. ¬_¬ Well. For now, I must admit, I'm not worried. A little apprehensive about my work being torn apart by the editors and critics when I send it in, but so be it, neh? Frankly I've got my music and my ways to take care of it. For the requests, the following characters are up for grabs. You may not know some of them.
Vadim Zharov, Mathieu D'evereux, Illarion... For now that's all. But if you bring up another matter I can always do that as well. Do let me know your suggestions. I'm always listening. Even if I'm not responsive often... I'm always listening.
On the matter of the 100-Theme Challenge, I have restarted it, and am using it to reintroduce my character Vadim after the changes that occurred in the time I wrote and finished the first draft of Sanguinary. I will warn my readers ahead of time- the subjects enclosed may be very ideologcially sensitive and not for young eyes. Some very well may be put under Mature warnings (but not strictly Mature, as that annoys me greatly). So, I will be writing my fingers to bone in the next few weeks, as I also use my work to aid in my own troubles.
Dasvidania,
Katheryn Nyx. (NN.)







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Aaaa.... Aaaa... AaaCHOOO!!!! You've been infected with love germs! Spread the love by sneezing on someone that you find as your friend, or a random deviant!
Happy Sneezing!
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Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door...
Who is it for?
Roku: Vadim, you bast--
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I walk alone.
Think of home,
Memories of long ago.
No one knows I lost my soul long ago.
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Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door...
Who is it for?
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I walk alone.
Think of home,
Memories of long ago.
No one knows I lost my soul long ago.
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Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door...
Who is it for?
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