That’s fine. Freedom of the seas and all that. 

But I want to be captain.

I don’t normally wear any (when the only clothes you wear are physically part of your essence, then what’s the point?), but I swiped these out of Nat’s closet. They’re quite beguiling, don’t you think?

((OOC: I was going to answer some question with this sketch, but I don’t remember what the question was about or what I was even thinking when I drew this. So: sorry for not updating lately, and here’s a sketchy Bart with a rolling pin. Apparently.))

((OOC: I was going to answer some question with this sketch, but I don’t remember what the question was about or what I was even thinking when I drew this. So: sorry for not updating lately, and here’s a sketchy Bart with a rolling pin. Apparently.))

Oh, blimey, Natty Boy’s got a blog now. 

It was Mandrake, wasn’t it? DAMMITTTTTTTT.

Once, during his birthday celebration, Ptolemy had a few wineglasses too many and decided to wander the streets of Alexandria until the sun came up. I tried to get him to call it a night after his skirts came loose, but he didn’t seem to mind. So… that was fun.

…

But, honestly, just being with him was always my favorite thing.

Anonymous asked: how do demons mate? ouo

We do not.

To tell you the truth, the first time I found out about the human concept of mating, I was a bit … shocked.

I got over it, though.

Anonymous asked: Can you eat human food? If you can, do you enjoy it?

Urrgggghhh, no. I mean, I could, but it curdles my essence. Far too earthy and meaty and dead. When I eat human food, it’s usually a living human - at least they’ve got a spirit of sorts ripe for the picking.