flat iron flip out

Xai flattens her hair and the Nappy Butta Krew don’t seem to like that so much! Crack-fic OOC shit. I wrote to write is all~

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Some “News” (if you want to call it that)

Heller, RaveyRai here, and I’m the mastermind behind A Moment of Honesty. If you haven’t read that or the other fics on HoB then you must and you’re a fool if you don’t. 

HoB has been a bit dry as of late because we’re all in a dry spell. In my case, I can’t really think of anything to write after aMoH; Art school is as demanding as a needy mofo, my retail job has me in whenever I’m not at school therefore I have no time for myself. The GOOD thing out of ALL of this is that because I have a good number of friends that are sequential artists and animators, they inspire me to be a better ar-teest. So I have this urge to make a webcomic of aMoH. It shall be my first official “comic” so when I get to my “Big” personal projects I would be more experienced in it. Like Fanfiction. I’m doing a kick ass good job in my ENGL-Comp class due to writing a lot of fanfiction (and here) over the years. Same applies for webcomics. 

With a webcomic version of aMoH there would be specifics shown that I didn’t put in the story (I’m…pretty sure of this actually) and I might be able to start drawing out the pages for it once Spring Break rolls on by in March…or May…depending on which kind of Spring Break Vacation I will count as a vacation from work. Are yaw excited? Yaw should be because I am.

Devil’s Dance

WARNING. There’s some smut in this. ;)

     “Okay, we’re here, everybody out.” Deenie yelled.

Boogie’s eyes fluttered open as the sound of the car doors shutting ended her dream state. Ju gave her an emphatic shove, hurrying her to get out of the car. Still somewhat dazed, Boogie hurriedly opened the door and stepped out.

“Jesus Deenie, How many errands do we need to run today? I just needed a ride home.” Boogie yawned while stretching her arms toward the sky.

“If you were more responsible you wouldn’t have had to tag along at all.”

Boogie sucked her teeth and leaned down to brush some dust off her Prada ankle boots. She felt a small pang of guilt for having to be picked up from a rest stop in the next state over and, even worse, having to call Deenie and admit she needed help after her fellow strippers thought it would be funny to leave her there while she was shitfaced.

“Those bitches and their fucking pranks,” Boogie whispered just under her breath.

“Boogie! We’re leaving you!” Ju yelled from halfway across the parking lot as they walked toward the store.

Boogie, lost in her own thoughts finally looked up at her surroundings. A slow, jilting realization crept over her; the metal carts with the blue handles were strewn about, those alphabetical letters posted to the lights as a memento to where you left your car, those horrendous, barred cart return areas arbitrarily placed throughout the massive parking lot.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

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Happy Birthday Dejah!

You are 17 today. 

Congratulations. You made it past 16.

Dejah: *crying* I ain’t get my trip to the Hello Kitty Hotel. Deenie told me no.

….Well…Happy birthday and have many more!

Ditched.

A’ight.

It’s not that I’m ditched so much as everyone left without me.

But with their ~*signifigant others*~

But not me.

Which is probably for the best, since I’d be a third wheel and all.

ANYWAYS. 

I know I always say I side-eye and/or judge anyone that says they get bored, and I’m all preachy about occupying yourself, but see…I shouldn’t rely on my own ideas to keep my occupied.

Because this notebook paper in front of me is filled with blueprints for a tree house. I shouldn’t even be contemplating building a tree house. I’m too damn old for a tree house.

However, I have a shiny credit card, the hardware shop is open, I’m relatively confident I can find some guys to do all the heavy lifting, and if I’m not mistaken, I think I can find enough hot pink shag carpet to make this thang work.

…

Let’s do this.