Hi! I'm the person behind the blog. Call me Kara, like my muse. I am one of the most active Saint Beast fans (YYH) around, and a big fan of Suzaku and the Saint Beasts.

I mainly blog reptiles, Yu Yu Hakusho, my art, and things related to my OC, Kara. This is also a RP blog for my OC. Feel free to send me a message. I'm real easy to talk to. I am also a full time animation student.

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this is old but i still like it. some people didn’t because he doesn’t look asian but i say who cares. i drew a hiei one but it ended horribly and doesn’t look nearly as good.


But that is a wonderful facial structure for Kurama though. Sometimes the Asian look works, depending on how you draw it, but DAMN this is perfect too







So can we talk about the absolutely stunning duplicity going on here?

holy shit

ok, why the fuck is the graph upside down. that is incredibly misleading

Because its from the Florida Department of Justice, and they have a mandate here.

for those who have trouble inverting it in their head, ftfy:


this is some of the most blatant twisting of info i have ever seen holy shit

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That time Botan almost killed Hiei with a dog whistle



hi! I’m a queer, trans, autistic youth currently stuck in an abusive living situation. I have one year until I can legally leave my parents, but I want to start gathering my resources as soon as possible. I’ve been planning this for about half a year, and things aren’t looking much better, and I have every intention to leave as soon as I can. I already have plans to stay with two of my friends where I’m moving. I’m looking for a job where I live currently, but no luck so far.

My parents are bigoted and unaccepting, I’ve had my binder and other clothing thrown out, packages redirected, and most recently, the threat of taking me off my antidepressants if I don’t start “acting like a girl”. I’m called slurs and yelled at, I hate being at home. I don’t feel safe or comfortable here, and I think it’s important to leave as soon as I can.

If you donate, your money will go towards:

  • Helping support myself until I can find a job near my new home
  • Food, rent, bills, etc. 
  • Medication
  • Transition stuff, new clothing, name change, etc.

You can donate by:

If you donate or buy anything, I’ll draw you a thank you sketch of your favorite character or your OC

If you can donate anything, it’ll mean so so much to me. You don’t have to donate much. If you can just spare a single dollar, I’d be so grateful. And please, please, spread this around.

Thanks in advance,


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Send a ♒ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours! (I think that symbol is broken 0.0 )



Did you kill that guy…?”

She blinked, a little dazed, hurt, and confused at the blood on her claws. Sephiroth had found her miles from town, sitting on the ground and staring in horror at her fingers. “I….”

She managed to wretch her gaze from the incriminating blood and looked up at him, pain and fear in her blue eyes. “He was out to kill me! I… Seph… it… he…. I….”

Then something seemed to well up inside her and she dropped her gaze, slumping in despair and whispered…. “you must fear me…”


I bet even Kurama has bad hair days.

Describe my art style to me


I dont usually do these, but im pretty curious, considering I have difficulty describing/defining my own style.

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With a warm smile, I could only stare at the sleeping dragoness before me for a brief moment. I decided it’d be best to take care of our tracks before it was too late. I went out and made sure everything was clear. No traces of our footsteps around anymore. That should be enough for now, I thought and went back inside, carefully dragging the dragoness to a futon lying on the floor not so far from where she was. Once she seemed to be comfortable enough to get some good sleep, I walked to the room in the back, right where the medical supplies were stored: Bandages and all sorts of curing liquids and some herbs Kurama had taught me how to use in the past. I brought them all back with me to the room where Kara was along with a bowl half-filled with fresh water. I placed everything on the floor right beside the futon and began to clean her cuts carefully so as not to wake her. It shouldn’t take long despite the amount of bruises her body had. A faint stinging sensation came back to me. The bruise on my cheek, I thought. Heaving a soft sigh, I reached for the supplies, taking a small bottle which it’s content was a brown-ish liquid that I applied to the cut on my face. The stinging remained. It actually increased a little, which was normal. That thing was not meant to heal me. It was a special concoction that would help me discern if the dart that broke my skin had any kind of poison or not and how dangerous it was if it did. Not paying any further attention to my other and, notoriously, smaller cuts all over my arms, I resumed my previous task of taking care of the injured dragoness.

The dragoness was half awake when Kuronue returned, having roused due to pain and uneasiness about being alone when wounded, and she groaned a little at being moved, but settled all the same and lapsed back into sleep. She trusted the thief, after all. And once he was back, she was reassured enough to fall into a dazed and drugged slumber.

If Kuronue counted, she had bruises all over her body, her tail dislocated and a little damaged to the bones in some places, and her wings having tears and broken. There her arms and ribs were badly bruised, but not broken, and there was plenty of bruising around her face. She would need some splints in several places.

As Kuronue tended her, her dreams drifted to darker paths as the pain of her wounds being touched reached her slumbering mind. She whimpered in her sleep, shifting as visions of her torment rose in her mind

Only a brief glance at Kara’s body was enough to realize there was a lot of work to do. I’d be able to take care of the smaller bruises and cuts here, although, we’d probably need to move to a bigger hideout to take care of the more serious injuries. I began cleaning up her wounds, to prevent any possible infection and help them heal more easily as well.

"It’s alright, sweetie. Just try to sleep. I’ll take care of your wounds by now." I shushed her and cooed as soft as I could in an attempt of making her go back to sleep. There was no real need to keep her awake right now and sleep would do good to her. It was obvious she was still under the effect of the drugs those bastards had given to her as well. I was becoming quite an expert on this kind of things by the time, getting myself injured from time to time by different causes, so it didn’t take long until I was done with all the open wounds. They were clean and neatly patched. The bigger cuts and the bruises that needed them had patches with medicinal herbs a certain fox had taught me to use when we worked together. Those would help her heal sooner. It was time to take care of any possible dislocated bones, although, I decided to pause for now. It’d be better to wait until she was fully awake for that so she could tell me exactly which bones needed some tending.

Kara muttered in her sleep as Kuronue soothed and crooned at her, wincing a little as he rubbed the ointment on her injuries. Her tail twitched in pain as he patched up torn scales and skin, and rubbed soothing healing creams on her wounds. They gave a slight tingling feeling as the herbs went to work. She wasnt actually asleep. She was in too much pain for that, though when she peeked her eyes open, the world spun, so she kept them closed. Her head spun even without moving it, so she waited patiently, falling into a doze every now and again, only to jolt as an unexpected touch jolted her from sleep.

It was a while later that she woke from a doze and realized Kuronue was not touching her wounds anymore. “murrrrr?” was her sleepy and dizzy responce, wanting to know why he had stopped when she still culd feel some bones that were painful

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