Today, man. Just today.

Today has been a hell of a day. Like, we got this dalmation molly on tuesday that ended up being a raging bitch to our black molly. My betta didn’t like her being a bully so he fought tooth and nail to keep them separated. Well, turns out crazy bitch was also pregnant. Like, okay we’ll figure this out. Well today she ended up giving birth to 12 babies, 8 have survived thus far. We also didn’t know this until after we took her back, got another molly, a lyretail cremesicle this time, and ended up finding out she died while we were picking out said other molly. Like. Fuck, man. Hell of a day.

non-fatmilk:

I also reserve the right to deny a commission.

I don’t do

mechs
bg
furries/anthros (though this is kind of subjective…kind of depends)
porn
But if you do want to talk about it or have any questions, please contact me through my ask box (which is always open) or email me! If you think your ask got eaten or I haven’t replied in a decent amount of time please feel free to REMIND ME!

It would be awesome if you had some good reference for any original characters. Or you know a good long description of what they look like. The MORE specific you are…THE BETTER! 😀 If you can’t think of any poses thats fine! We can discuss all that.

Thank you for looking this over and considering to commission me!

_____All commissions will be given digitally in HQ_______

***Also work is only started after some form of payment is received (regular precautions after all the art scams lately)***

My askbox

My e-mail: sarakimart@gmail.com

All payments will be done through invoices on paypal!!!

5 Slots available!

spyderqueen:

rosemarywaterwitch:

torque-witch:

Man: Why can’t you get a better paying job?

Me: It’s the vagina, mostly.

Man: But this isn’t the 1930’s anymore.

Me: Then explain how I was turned down a job washing and doing minor repairs on tractors and his exact words were “I don’t think a woman can do this job.” How about when I worked at a body shop making really good money but was sexually harassed by the man paying me. Or what about when I was flipping houses and stopped getting paid so I had to track down the man paying me at his house.

Man: Why are you so interested in jobs that men do? Do you want to be a man?

Me, breathing heavily: I THOUGHT YOU SAID THIS WASN’T THE 1930’s ANYMORE DID I READ SOMETHING WRONG

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