Vickiepedia

Cybil Covers Cleavage

… and I shouldn’t have. Not while I have 10 more papers to write.

But whatever.

My deviantART account is at least 3 almost 4 years old. I don’t remember what prompted me to register an account there seeing that I absolutely do not consider myself an artist and had no intention to upload anything back then.

Last night, I uploaded a rough, not-very-anatomically-accurate, digital sketch of the nosebleed-inducing Desire Demon from Dragon Age (NSFW) to my scrapbook, which is partially an excuse to draw naked women experiment to see if T&A on an unknown and otherwise empty dA account can really get the Mad Keen Hits™ Dee mentioned.

It’s been around 21 hours since I uploaded it and there are 32 views at the time of writing. Subtract the 2 comments/views and 5 possible views from the 5 people who read my blog, and taking diminishing returns into account… the resulting number should be a pretty accurate one of the Mad Keen Hits™ that scrap received on N days after it’s uploaded.

I marked it as mature content, by the way; you’d need an account to view it.

And then I realised that must be precisely the reason why I registered a dA account three four years ago.

Vickie, you dirty person!

Earn ku PPP, oob!*

Not shown: Kegel exercises.

There will be less/more/same amount of drawn crap once I get used to the graphics tablet. Maybe then my keyboard wouldn’t be keyless and my left arm wouldn’t be deformed and so on.

*Translation: Learn to PVP, noob!

That job interview is possibly the closest I’ll ever get to an actual job in this economy as an international student who knows very few people here.

*sniff*

I’m not crying; it’s my allergy. I have sand in my eyes. I was watching something sad just now.

Fine. I cried a little.

Because everyone 3 people said my last comic was well-drawn well-presented (friend’s actual correction) and told me to draw more, I drew more.

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