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thanateDemon Summoning for Dummies. Also, when teaching uninitiated non-satanists how to summon demons it is important to design your website with BRIGHT RED TEXT on a black background; possibly this makes it easier for immortal creatures of fire to read. I particularly like the lead-in note: *For people who have had problems in getting a Demon to appear, click on the link at the bottom of the page. Unfortunately, neither of these excellent sources was particularly helpful to me in creating a summoning charm of my own, so I am having to make that bit up.
Also, I shall most probably be subjected to the wrath of the gods of five thousand year old frog-eyed monsters for disrespect, as I was unable to resist instinctively squealing "cute!" at the sight of them. If I die a horrible death, it shall be all![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
laeticiav's fault.
"And so, my good man, I have a proposition for you-- pay no heed to the undignified mode in which That Human has dressed me--"
(I'm not quite sure what she's about to suggest here, but it probably involves either a price for his soul, or getting him to do something she can't be bothered to manage on her own.)
"Look, statue woman, I don't know who you are, but..." (He looks awfully feisty.)
And a (rather poorly focused) height comparison. Lady is wearing her high-heel feet, so she's just slightly taller than the MA boys here:
This makes the newcomer look very south-east asian, although I don't think he is. But I'm kind of fascinated by the possibilities of his skintone; he could be from just about anywhere, give or take a little sun exposure, and sometimes a hint of cross-genetics to explain the facial structure... (American Indian, North Africa, European gypsy, middle east, India, SE Asia, pacific islands... give him a curly wig and he becomes suddenly part sub-saharan African) Also, it's a rather more realistic color (ok, besides being unshaded resin) than any of the "normal" skintones.
I do owe Lady an apology, though, for making her sit around in new and entirely non-matching underwear over her dress for months, and then posting pictures to the internet. She's half-way to a pair of bloomers now, though, so soon there will be exciting underwear for her to sit around in while I finish making her pseudo-18th century finery.
Also, I shall most probably be subjected to the wrath of the gods of five thousand year old frog-eyed monsters for disrespect, as I was unable to resist instinctively squealing "cute!" at the sight of them. If I die a horrible death, it shall be all
laeticiav's fault. "And so, my good man, I have a proposition for you-- pay no heed to the undignified mode in which That Human has dressed me--"
(I'm not quite sure what she's about to suggest here, but it probably involves either a price for his soul, or getting him to do something she can't be bothered to manage on her own.)
"Look, statue woman, I don't know who you are, but..." (He looks awfully feisty.)
And a (rather poorly focused) height comparison. Lady is wearing her high-heel feet, so she's just slightly taller than the MA boys here:
This makes the newcomer look very south-east asian, although I don't think he is. But I'm kind of fascinated by the possibilities of his skintone; he could be from just about anywhere, give or take a little sun exposure, and sometimes a hint of cross-genetics to explain the facial structure... (American Indian, North Africa, European gypsy, middle east, India, SE Asia, pacific islands... give him a curly wig and he becomes suddenly part sub-saharan African) Also, it's a rather more realistic color (ok, besides being unshaded resin) than any of the "normal" skintones.
I do owe Lady an apology, though, for making her sit around in new and entirely non-matching underwear over her dress for months, and then posting pictures to the internet. She's half-way to a pair of bloomers now, though, so soon there will be exciting underwear for her to sit around in while I finish making her pseudo-18th century finery.