No freaking idea what to name this so la da da da da~
Anyyyyyyyyyways, Keekster and I have been coming up with different concepts of what their baby would look like. Though everything is still up to change.
This is up for others - if anyone has any ideas - to share what they think Nix & Angel's baby would look like, and everything given here will go into consideration.
We're not sure if the baby is a male or a female yet, so make a concept for either/or if you wish.
The only thing we wish for you to include in their concepts is the butterfly markings from Nix & also a long tail like Angel's <3
This will be bumped every half/full trimester of Angel's pregnancy ♥
Reference of Nix: x
Reference of Angel: x

Concept Ideas (Don't want to be losing these ♥)
OrinococFlow: x
Acer: x
Proudwolf: x
Carry: x
magnanimous: x
Wingeddeer: x
AutumnPhoenix: x
EternalHeart: x

Art stuff under cut

Heavy hooves made no sound as they tread along the sulfur and limestone laced earth underfoot. Every now and then a burst of steam erupts from the burning yellow ground, whistling hotly as hot air touches lower temperatures. The thick and foul smell of the peculiar ground below was enough to make the Necromancer wince. Regardless of his profession and abilities, he was never fond of the certain odors of the netherworlds.

His black and white pelt, marked with the pattern work of a deer’s skeletal system, appears faded and gray in the steam and smog the ground produces. Six crimson eyes stare straight ahead as he walks, looking with determination for the soul of one he had dealt with over a year ago. Whether it’s still intact or not is questionable to him. Every now and then he shakes his head from one side to the other, using his massive red antlers to thin and fan away the hot smog. If the humidity became too much for him, he could also fan the steam away with his long, fluffy tail. In doing so, he would also often brush away a stray soul or two.

Once the smog became almost entirely unbearable, Archelius finally found his man of interest. A smile appears on the necromancer’s long mouth, flashing his shark-like teeth briefly. ”Illic vos es. Illic est postulo sciscitor quispiam vestrum.”

A deer sits in the heart of the smog. Bright, lime green eyes flicker in the darkness. Slowly he raises to a stand, having previously been sitting with his nose to the ground… as though breathing in the extreme bursts of heat in a manner one would take in air from an underwater position. As he comes close to the necromancer, it becomes clear that the deer is naught by a skeleton himself. He wears a black cloak over his bones, and in his mouth he carries a long rapier. His horns, bleached white with age, are grand in size and designed like six mighty rapiers, much like the one in his mouth.

My fawn grew and I was hoping if anyone could spell these on me.

Mask: Kabuki
Antlers:Candles
Any help? :]

Well i got a new computer! How about that awesome stuff! But im having trouble getting endless forest on here. It comes up as a strange file. This new computer! So strange and diffrent! On another note my birthday is tomarrow! Hazzah! But the most i will be doing so going to my favorite breakfast place. Which is good enough for me. Seriously that food is good. Au revoir.

P.S No ones Helped me with my writing and charrie development? Shame. Also the date o' me birth is right on my account so if your from beyond the blue yonder you can see it any time!