PIXIV FANTASIA FALLEN KINGS [updated 8/4]8 Apr: Looks like I forgot to update here with the last translation?? We're up to chapter 3 now, over here.Translation doc link as usual:http://bit.ly/1hcD0VI---24 Mar: Chapter 1 results translateeeeeeeed, the Pixiv update is here. It's still not too late to join if you want to!!Once more with feeling! Doc link:http://bit.ly/1hcD0VIChapter 2 info on the 25th.I have school assignment deadlines coming up in close succession with no mercy, so honestly speaking I don't know for sure if I'll have the time to translate it immediately...I haven't even been drawing for the past few days...---17 Mar: Chapter 1 midpoint results up and translated!
I URGENTLY need Ugly Christmas SweatersI want to get all of my brothers ugly christmas sweaters, but I can't find any horrid enough. I want bells and tassels on these babys. I would also like to keep it at $50 or lower. I need mens XL or XXL. If you know of somewhere, someone, or you are selling or could sell a hideous sweater please contact me!!I will even commission you to construct me the fugliest sweater known to man. Adorable kittens and puppies on it would be awesome. Maybe some pretty ribbons, and sequences.
I'm here.I want to have a thousand different lives, right now.I feel like I belong in so many things I've merely witnessed.I want to travel to all the countries I feel connected with, and be part of its culture; while still remaining myself.I want to dance to the music that moves my soul, in as many different places I possibly can.I want to connect with people from around the globe that have felt what I'm feeling right now.I want to breathe the air into my lungs, knowing I live somewhere I've never lived before, and it's home.I want who I am to make sense in a dozen different languages.I want to know streets intimately, when I've lived my entire life across many oceans from them, thinking that was it.Who says any of this is impossible.. A year in any place can feel more like home than 60 years in the same household.I can be peoples home, they can come to me when they're done with their day, and I can wait for them with a bottle of wine to talk about life's fleeting instances.We're all