Nakumah

I apologise for ghosting my peeps. I've been going through a lot and my grandfather died recently. Still trying to get in touch with relatives so I can make it to the funeral but they're making it near impossible for me. It's almost as if they didn't want me there. That is how it feels like anyway.

When im back up I'll have some good stuff for you guys, I hope.

I will be completing the Bagubau FAQ so you guys can begin your role-plays, character creation and stories . In addition I'm also working on a second new species project. I had my LARP friends in mind when making it. A dark fairy cryptid. I'm sure you guys will love it too.

Hit me up in the comments if you have any questions about them.

I'm finishing up the 2019 hood commissions and the one overdue Uunca Hoodie.

Thanks for everything you guys have done for me up to this point. Nothing has been easy. But it's a journey worth treasuring.

The bagubau project has launched and is slowly picking up it's pace. Tp stay informed of it's progress and eventually get a character of your own as soon as adopts are available visit Bagubau-Gaia 

I will in fact be developing the gear and FAQ necessary for everyone to eventually fursuit this creature when it's complete. I will even be looking into the resin cast marked as I've always been a good clay scupter for paper mashe masks... but it's time for the multi[le copies approach. 

Will I still be looking into making uunca masks? Probably not as the group is mostly dead. But I do want to eventually dress up Namu and later Nakumah, so who knows. 

If you want to speed up the process, feel free to become a patron at www.patreon.com/Nakumah as I won't be just working on hoods anymore, I will in fact be developing a species. More details about it is on there as well. Some of the developing stages will remain exclisiv to patreon while the near definitive cannonical development will be published upon completion on DeviantArt. The first adopts will be coming within a few short months. I merely have to finish the male Bagubau design and upload the sketches. Afterwards the real work begins. I welcome anyone wanting to join me on this journy and I'm sure this spedies will deliver a unique twist to future gathereings for some of you.

Thank you for your time and support.

So I'm doing everything possible to prepare for yet another move. But this time it seems Im headed north, to Virginia.

As result I'll be selling a great many things I don't generally need any more. Among the first things to go are all the scraps I use for the minute details of my projects.

It's also being sold on Facebook, details are as follows:

Price includes shipping label valued at $70 etsimate from USPS for a approx. 30lbs package.

Ships to United States and Puerto Rico.

This is for Zero Waste Scrap Crafters that may use this fabric for their many projects such as jewelry, plushies, keychains, charms, patchwork clothing and coats.

Inside the package you will find the following fabrics:

1. Anti-pill polar fleece (variety of colors)
2. Polyester (variety)
3. Dress Mesh (small variety, large pieces)
4. Chiffon (Black)
5. Reflective Safety Fabric
6. Stretch cotton fabric (small variety)
7. Some Ribbons (attached to fabrics, easily harvested)
8. High quality faux fur (White, Honey Wolf, Monster Wolf)

Other fabrics are mixed in.

This is anaccumulated amount of scraps from previous projects and Commissions.

Ok everyone, it's been about 7 years now that we've been here together. Some less, but that doesn't matter.

I'm doing an event. And event where you comment a question and I'll answer.  I'll be answering these questions on my YouTube. One question per user and I'll answer no more than 10 per video. It'd be fun if everyone participated.

So how about it. What do you want to know?

I feel like expressing this... I'm often asked what community do I identify with, where do I fit in. My Creed, my fandom, lifestyle, dietary habits, phylosophy, dreams, ambitions, etc.

Truth is, if you knew me personally, you'd know there isn't a simple answer. There is no simple explanation. And as result... I never did quite fit in anywhere or with anyone. And it's sad to reflect on that now. Because, this is the root of my open-minded-ness and willingness to befriend others who are different than me. Accepting them as they are with no real care for acceptance.

I've loved, without truly knowing love from others outside of my immediate circle, which is small and somewhat confined. This has also led to problems, as many can't tell if I'm in love or what my orientation is. They get confused and feel underappreciated in comparison in what they felt for me. I don't owe them anything, but it still sad to think about. How the lack of compassion in this world has made even the kindest gesture on my part become misleading.

Why am I bringing this up... Why now? When so much good is happening for my family, in spite of the strife that's currently going on. Whelp I guess it's because this past month alone has given me much to think about. Nothing bad. Just a reflection on my person.

I guess I'm not so much as "leaving the cage" as presenting it. This isn't a coming out letter. Just reflection on my interactions with other people since birth.

As I've stated before, I like Gothic Themes... But not out of love for darkness and despair.. but out of beauty and history. I am not accepted openly with other goths.

I often use my art as a means to reconnect with my heritage. My Native American, Viking, Celtic, Spaniard and possibly even Arab. Tracking the lineage of my surname was a hobby since childhood. I come from a long line of wolves, phoenixes and lions on Europe's side. I have African blood, but due to the harsh history, I don't know which tribe. I have Taino, I have Shawnee. I was told my my grandparents, and their grandparents told them, that may yet be related to Tecumseh. I was born in California and raised in Puerto Rico. Yet in spite of everything I've stated here, which is true... when it comes to those outside my immediate family, I was only truly accepted by those who sat and spoke with me. A Lakota called Iron Cloud, my grandparents and my mother's cousins... But to everyone else... I am the street mutt. I don't belong with them. On the bright side... Some are getting used to me.

My likes are as varies as the flowers of a garden shop. I like macabre and horror, but I don't endorse violence. I like cute and adorable things, but detest the idea of being called cute. I love animals, plants, nature and all her wonders, but hunting for resources is a natural part of life to me. I enjoy anatomy and physiology, particularly taxidermies... But I dare not disrespect the dead by making art of their remains (corpses). I enjoy philosophy, but am not a stranger to debates. I enjoy science, but I also have faith. I want to learn how to save lives, but to do so I must also learn how to cause pain and suffering. I enjoy music of various genre, anime, television, cinematography, photography, theater and plays... But I won't always agree with anyone's taste. Just the same, I try not to judge. I don't fit in with the hidpsters, but like hipster things. I collect weapons sometimes, but pray I don't have to use them. My favorite animals are cats. Yet I form deeper connections with dogs. I have raised many cats... Too many. I like animal cartoons, movies, art, comics, some costumes, literature, and more.

But it ends there... A like for these things. Some, passions, but never to the driving force behind my so called reason for living.

Some of you will read this saying... But that's quite normal. Superficially yes... But there are abnormal things about me too. And when I get comfortable with a group... It slips. It's embarrassing... And the silent progressive rejections begin. Eventually we just don't speak anymore.  I'm used to this... But it doesn't make it less agrivating.

The fact that I giggle when I'm nervous or scared. The fact that I've had more friendships with animals as oppose to my own species which has led to distrust and uncomfortable situations. I feel detached from certain aspects of humanity, even when I try to interact with others. I apparently have more compassion (too much) for other living things than most. I can't control these damn animal noises coming out of my throat when I can express my mind BECAUSE I HAD ANIMALS FOR FRIENDS in my early childhood as oppose to HUMANS. I was bullied in ways where some people think I'm exaggerating about it all, and now I have to surpress a fucked up sadistic mind when I meet new people. I apparently forgive too much, but is that so bad? But I don't forget, so I guess that makes me a villain to some. And it gets worse... I can't make friends that I can keep because they see the kind, sweet person I was when they met me, but "I have another side" that they  apparently see and find frightening.

It's frustrating, people either think too highly or too low of me. They ask my to "be myself" when I already am. I'm already being honest. I'm simply not what they imagined. I'm not simple. I don't fit in. I never will. It doesn't matter which community I extend a hand to, there's only so much of my presence that can be accepted or bared.

I've been called crazy, a witch, a wild animal, even a demon... I am not kidding. And while these past ten years, I've heard this far less to almost not at all this year... It still bothers me. This look og "What are you? Where did you come from? Are you real?" Whether it's out of positive or negative response... It bothers me.

I know I'm strange. Don't shove that in my face. If you're confused, just ask. Don't assume. Because when you assume, you're already making a decision and nothing I say will change it.

Who am I? I am just me. I can only be me. What ever image you have of me... Stop trying to make it your image.