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He was a very small pear-shaped boy. Flat chest, flat belly, healthy frame, but he had an ass. His butt was the biggest thing on him, but even it was small- it was just larger than everything else.

He was five feet and five inches- an extra two added from his boots and helmet. Thin, tiny, and he has asthma.

He has bug eyes and well kept hair like a girl.

He has a secret that he won't share with the other guys, like a girl, too.

"How in sam's hill did you get here? You fit none of the requirements!" Spat the general at basic training.

"The draft, sir!" His voice was alto and unbroken, "waivers: I believe that I am healthy enough to be accepted to serve this country, sir!" Ha. That was a lie: his brother was drafted, but is currently dying of influenza. He took his place.

"Oh, we have a poet, do we? Drop and give me one hundred," the general blared like a trumpet.

"Yessir," he secretly rolled his eyes. "Make that two hundred before you begin. And the rest of you whelps can join him if you don't get your sorry asses through that obstacle course!"

•••

He could shoot. After the obstacle course was a tutorial session of how to use every gun or grenade, whether melee or scoped.

He shot bullseye with the Luger, with it's choppy one-shot. He made a line segment from the second stripe to bullseye with the MP-42 in six bullets. He threw a grenade into the fake house- one in both windows and the door each- on the first try. And so on, so forth.

Boy, he could shoot. His grandpa was a Union veteran and taught him since the age of fourteen. No wonder he was drafted. It was a good choice of the government, for once in these times.

•••

Normandy- Omaha beach. Damn. There were destroyed buildings everywhere, and it was hard to get by without being shot. Bullets zipped everywhere from Nazi flank posts in buildings that were half eaten up by bombs. Stray fires littered the streets. Absolutely euphoric.

They call him by his brother's name:

"Martin, stay low. I want you to disconnect the radio broadcast, in any way possible. Jones will cover you. Since you're the quickest and most agile, head out alone. We'll rendezvous at the church west from here. Move out."

Aw damn. Aw damn. Aw damn. Aw damn.

"Chill, dude we got this. Now let's go show Hitler what he had coming!" Alfred Jones clapped his large hand to his frail shoulder in a friendly manner. This guy has no sense of personal space, does he?

What's he supposed to do, again? Kill the radio? Oh, God, what if he didn't do it right?

"I said, move!"

He shivered and ran east, where there were lights and noises. As he approached, he could recognize fluent German.

He's a pacifist, but he has to do this.

PANG! PANG!

The two Nazi men were dead before they turned around. His heart was pacing and he went inside the little cot they were in- he shot threw the window.

There stood a device with three legs. He crushed it with his fists, then stuck a bomb and ran for safety measures. A hundred meters later came the satisfying boom and shades of orange that he didn't want to see.

Now...west from where we started...that general direction, right? Yeah. He sees a tank and some dead bodies, so he's probably right.

Bomber planes zipped by; American soldiers ran outward.

"Fuck. Oh fuck. Jesus fucking Christ, save us all..."

He heard the whistle of a bomb plummeting, and froze in his spot. He looked up a shell was headed right toward him. "Uf!" He was pushed down and it landed, but he was out of the way.

His ears rang and he looked to see Al's ear bleeding, then noticed he was on top of him. He pulled him to his feet, "Martin, get out of here! Don't quit moving!" He had a slight southern accent.

Up ahead he could see the lights of snipers, so he went into prone position beside Al. Dead cows littered the area. God. Man enough to stoop that low, huh? Why would they kill cows- cows are cows. Was it that they were French that made it so hard for them to spare? Humans are humans! Why is this happening.

(Well, the cows probably got in crossfire if not died of shock but) They used the dead creatures bodies as flanking positions. Martin scoped and leaned, aimed, then fired where he saw a sniper flash. Some of the bullets stopped.

Oh god, he killed another man.

Al pats him on the back. "Alright, pal, I can take this next guy. You go right ahead."

He crawled forward, immediately getting shot in the leg.

"Alfred!" He whines like a child. Poor Al was nearly crying, "Oh, I'm sorry, I knew I could've got him! Stay here, I'm off to get a medic." Al crawls away.

Why doesn't he get shot in the leg? Not that he wished it, but how is Al unharmed, and Martin slowly dying?

He slumped against the decaying cow. What's he doing this for? He could be enjoying rations with mother. Oh, right. Substituting his brother. He's surprised that registration even allowed that to happen.

Before he knew it, Al jumped over the cow and onto his rear, now slumped and panting. His hand was scraped. "T-those bombs, I tell you. Medic's dead."

Martin's heart sank.

"We-" another shell whistled and landed, "have to get to the church. Nobody else is here anymore, go-"

"-you go without me. I'll cover you." There were still a couple of snipers ahead. They'd both be dead men if one of the didn't cover the other. Al nods and crawled away. In two shots one sniper was dead. One last one.

Al got to a wall and waited for Martin, as the sniper shot away at the cow he was behind.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He reloads the gun, bullet by bullet, set it into his armpit by accident, and shot. The bullet killed the sniper and the recoil almost killed Martin's arm. Done.

"Ow," he hissed. Al was safely at the church, frantically beckoning him through a window. Something was about to happen.

Martin looked behind him and

Oh, God, they called reinforcements.

No, not the Allies. But the Axis. The Nazis called for help.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Martin tried to get up and run. He made a few steps before tripping into a dent in the ground. He's small enough to fill the dent perfectly if he curled up. He used his grenade- they all died. Only about twelve; it was a fine but guilt tripping job. He scoots until he touched the broke wall Al was just against.

More were coming north from the church. He went into rolls onto his belly and shoots them, leaning back and forth with all of his energy to stay hidden.

After a few moments, he hear a rustle, like a breeze.

"You know, I've never seen an ass that sexy on a man."

He rolled around to his back, pointing his gun at a platinum head of hair. "What do you want?"

"Nothing, Frau, just pretend like your dead," he says suddenly cheerfully.

Frau?

The stranger drew his gun and so did Martin, but the man stepped on his barrel before he could pull the trigger. He pulled the trigger and Martin flinched.

The bullet hit a cow behind Martin, blood spurting everywhere. The man screamed at the cow in German and Martin sat there dazed.

"Why-"

The man pretends to walk away, but slumps against the wall instead. He pulls something out of...a medical pack?

"Why-"

"I heard you the first time," he says with a thick accent, and gauss between his teeth. He took a pair of tweezers, removed the bullet and applied disinfectant. He pressed the gauge onto the wound and addressed the bandages.

"Thanks," he said quietly, "now answer me."

"Vell. Being a dog of the military, I felt it necessary to help a fellow human in need. Is that too much?"

"Eh?" Martin motioned to the Nazi band on his arm. He sighed, "I know, hideous. Not only the message, but the colors clash, too."

That made him laugh. "I'm Gilbert," he helps Martin to sit.

"So what do you have at home to come back to?"

"I have a brother, my mother, and a dog."

"Is he a good dog?"

Martin smiled, "Who's to say? I think every dog is good. When they do something bad it's out of instinct or ignorance. They don't know they're wrong, so it's not their fault. Schroeder-"

Gilbert snorts, "that's a German name," smiling.

Martin smiled, "is a puppy. He kills rabbits out of naivety rather than sadistic needs."

"Interesting," said Gilbert, "what about dogs of the military? Are Nazi's bad dogs?"

"Who can..."

Gilbert smirked.

"...say...you're smart, Gilbert."

He laughed distinctively; "ja, I'm awesome! Not everyone sees how bad the var or Hitler is, so majority of Germany sees him as good. We just need someone to stop it is all." He got up and kneeled, grabbing Martin's hand.

"Pleasure to meet you, miss Martin."

"Miss?"

"No man has an ass like that." He walks off.

"Perv," she called after him.
War- Solider!Prussia xCrossdressing!Solider!Reader
Yes. This is Call of Duty. I don't own that nor Hetalia. Sorry for fangirling.

Let me know if I a should continue this, though! Thanks guys!
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By noon, each of the boys trickled in, one by one. Oliver, Francois, Al, and then Matt.

When Oliver came in through the door, we greeted, and he hung his coat in the closet. The coat hangers laughed with each other about him in their coat hanger silly language when he made them all topple down somehow. I laughed too, and helped him out. He seemed tired.

"Well you're in a good mood!" He says, "I'm off to go to sleep for a bit." "Okay," I say. He went upstairs and I let him.

An hour later, Francois came in, taking off his pants, and falling into the couch. It groaned in almost pain and he told it to shut up.

I was in the kitchen with the iPad, eating strawberries. I smirked and crawled over the couch, unlocking the device.

"What a rare sight, to see the French couch potato awake," I say in a British accent, pressing the record button.

"You seem bored," he says into the couch.

"Watch as he readies himself for an evening slumber." I got a little closer, smirking.

"If you want to film something, film the mutt," he says. I look over and the poor animal was chasing its tail, got distracted, chased its foot, caught it, and happily started chewing it.

"Watch as he-" he swats the iPad from my fingers when I got in front of the couch. I picked it back up and kept recording, "oh, it's attacking the camera crew! I'd be surprised if we make it with breath in our bodies, dear audience,"

"That's it," he stood up. He carried me over his shoulder, so that I could see where we were going. "Look at that ass," I say, focusing the screen on his derrière, being in view.

"Will you stop?"

"Will you put me down?"

"Will you make me?"

"Yes."

"How?" We started going up the stairs.

"I will fart in your face."

"Really?"

"Yes. I'm on my period, your shoulder is digging into my diaphragm and you're moving in a upward motion- it is very possible."

"Good point." I heard a door open, then snoring.

"I was flung onto something, or someone, and a bed creaked. Oliver. My entire arm was covering his mouth, and he woke up sputtering. "Well I beg your pardon-"

"-go back to sleep, Oliver, we've all had bad days. I know we have."

I cut off the iPad and Francois crawled into bed. Oliver smiled and pulled me into a hug, falling asleep in my hair (even though I wash it once every week, due to weird genetics that make it thin easier.)

Francois let me use his arm as a pillow, curled up with an actual one. "It's fun having a kid in the house again," he said, "Matt and Al never do this anymore. It's too nice to let go of." I smiled and made sure they were both asleep until I went back to my lair (the kitchen.)

Al came in the door and I threw a strawberry at him. He seemed elated. He spun around and karate chopped it from him with a loud "Ka-wa-CHAW!"

"Someone got laid."

"Not yet, but soon!"

"She pretty?"

"Yes! You know that girl...of course you don't know her. But I like her and asked her out and she said yes!"

"Congratulations! Now to pull up your math grade!"

"Nope!" He strode by, to a cabinet. He pulled out two pans and banged them together.

"AY! YOU FLOOZIES WHO CALL YOURSELVES FATHERS, GET DOWN HERE!" He exclaimed, grinning.

"Allen Jones, I swear to god if you ever call your father and I that again, I will take you to the basement. What is it?"

Oliver was down here before I could turn around. Francois was beside him.

"I have an A in math!" He was grinning wider than before.

I snort and went upstairs. (I actually did have to fart, after all of that. Stupid monthly shitty hormones.) When I came back downstairs, Matt was there. Everyone else wasn't. He looked upset.

"What's wrong?"

He perked up, "how about I teach you how to shoot? Right now."

"Cool."
Really?!? 2p!FACE x T!T! Reader Ch. 9
Finally here! (No idea if the chapter number is right but OKAY!)
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I just got my grandma obsessed with Homestuck! Yes!
  • Mood: Uneasy
  • Listening to: Homestuck headcannon voices + Gorillaz
  • Reading: Homestuck Act 5

I got tagged by 

lucidCatnip

And I couldn't fix the thing to show their picture so... 0.0

Rules:
1.) You must post these rules

2.) Answer the ten questions the person who tagged you made and make up your own 10 questions for the people you tag to answer 

3.) Choose ten people and put their icons on this journal

4.) Go to their pages and inform them that they have been tagged.

5.) Not something stupid like 'you are tagged read this.'

6.) You have to legitimately tag 10 people

7.) No tag backs

8.) You can't say, no tags

9.) Everyone that has been TAGGED must make a journal entry.

1. What would you do if you got 2 million dollars? 
Use it on technology, then college, and give the rest to my mom :P (this will probably not happen)

So for technology, I would love to get the Wacom Pen Tablet (I bet my mom won't pay for it lol,) and then an Xbox.

For college, I really want to study abroad and go to France (which is why I need to skip a friggen grade to graduate ASAP before somebody nukes America and kills us all) (I shouldn't have said that but I'm keeping it there) to become hopefully a musician. If not a doctor. I'm starting a YouTube account so that I get used to publicity and crap now so that I can tell if I can or cannot live with this.

And I have to give the rest to my mom because she's dealt with me having braces, a dog, a chipped tooth, and all my stupid respiratory issues since I was about 4. Then we move to a really nice house and she bought me a new bed set, AND a friggen grand piano. She's a teacher. That is amazing, and I don't have a job, so I can't pay her back yet. If I get money, I'll give it to her. And I know that she won't know what to do with it and will end up paying her car note and other bills. And none of her bills are billions of dollars, and technology isn't that bad if its permanent. Also a trip to France isn't more than about $20,000, so she should have a large remainder. After everything is payed she would donate half and save the rest, probably :P

2. What’s your most embarrassing story? 
Last night, actually! I started crying because I was getting my hair straightened for the first time in months, and I'm really tender headed so it hurt a lot. So only one tear came out. Then, I was embarrassed so I couldn't stop crying, and several tears came out. And I was embarrassed so I really didn't stop crying, and people thought it was because I thought I wasn't pretty. (Although true, that isn't why I was crying.) I'm really paranoid and kept saying to myself that I was an asshole for crying, now I'm mentally hurting myself. And then some chick came up and wouldn't stop complimenting me, and that was embarrassing because my brain works a certain way, and I knew that it was out of pity so I kept crying, only harder. 
So now, I was sitting in a public hair salon that I barely go to, a sobbing mess that everyone was staring at. Ritsuko Akizuki Emote - Embarassed (and of course I can't clarify verbally because my brain won't ever let me do that -.-)

And this morning I'm still being a spaz, unable to explain with my voice. I keep unintentionally stopping in mid sentence- what's wrong with me? XD

3. If you could switch your gender, would you?
Maybe. Probably because I don't have to deal with or waste my money on: (let's all be honest here) periods (THERE, I SAID IT) clothing, caring about society, being a certain size, and a bunch of other things that I won't say. Actually...nah, because men have lots of these things (MINUS THE FIRST ONE) and please forget I just said any of that...:incognito: 

But honestly. Periods are terrible, and then metpopos (I can't spell.) But then again, men have to worry about not getting a boner in public... (YES I SAID THAT TOO!)

4. What moment would you redo if you could?
The time that I tried to write crack fiction at, like, 2 in the morning. So my mom wakes up before me and found my phone in my hand, and because it was an incomplete crack fiction, (and with my mother being herself) she took it very seriously and thought it was something else. What you and I know as lemons. So she's all like, "WHY THE FUCK IS MY ELEVEN-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER WRITING ABOUT THIS SO SOON???" And being the derp that I am, I said "Yes, I did write this," because I didn't want to explain the anime or any kind of fanfiction in general. Then she tells my grandma, and they're haunting me for life with this. And even after two whole years of totally ignoring it, I bet at my wedding one of them will make an embarrassing speech about it. Hah....

5. What are you listening to, if you are listening to anything?
Well, my dog is kind of breathing on my face. Does that count?
Now i'm listening to Doncamatic by Gorillaz :)

6. What’s your favorite video game?
Fire Emblem: Awakening. All the way. No questions.

7. What is your Sexuality?
As of now, straight, I guess...but I'm not very strict if ya know what I'm saying ;) (JKJKJKJK JUST. KIDDING. DUDE, I'M NOT OUT OF MIDDLE SCHOOL YET 0-0)

8. Do you like waffles?
...don't I get too much of this question at school?

9. Who is your favorite Deviant?
As an, account? Or as a submission? I can't pick one because I like everything a lot...so yeah!

10. What character (from video games, tv shows, movies, webcomics, and ext) would you meet? (also includes Youtubers sence they have ‘charecters’)
OOOOH WHY D1D YOU 4SK M3 NOW (1'M CONFUSED! WH1CH ONE WOULD 1 P1CK???) 3H. 4LL OF TH3M. >:] (<--- Terezi Pyrope reference ehehe)

Video games:
Fire Emblem Awakening: Chrom, Henry, Tharja, Frederick, Gangrel, Anna, and Robin.
Pokemon: All the Pokemon. All of them.
*is checking video game cartridge case for other game titles DANGIT I have a bunch of boring games from when I was, like, 8 lolz*
Kingdom Hearts: Sora, Goofy, Donald, King Mickey, Pete, Riku, Jiminey Cricket (no matter how much I hate his voice), and Name.
Kirby: King Dedede, the little cute guy with the beam, the little wizard, the weird parasol guy, and the giant tree boss.

TV Shows:
Over the Garden Wall: Greg, Sara, Adelade, Wirt, Beatrice, Jason Thunkerberker the Frog, Aunt Whiskers, Lorna, the Beast, and the Woodsman.
Adventure Time: EVERYONE.
Amazing World of Gumball: All of the Watersons, Penny, Tina the Dino, Idaho, and Tina's dad.
*notices how childish all the TV shows I watch are DERP*
Real Husbands of Holywood: KEVIN HEART AND NICK CANNON. YUS.
*OH GOD I FORGOT THE ANIMES*
OHSHC: All hosts + Renge, and Ronca, and the Lobellia Girls.
Black Butler: Sebastian, Ciel, Alois, Claud. I'm not that far into the series, and Liz and her butler are weenies so I can't stand them..
Durarara!!!: Celty, Shinra, Anri, Izaya, Shizuo, and Simon.
Hetalia: ALL THE COUNTRIES. ALL OF THEM.
Naruto: ALL OF THE AKASTUKI EXCEPT OROCHIMARU. That's all my heart can handle.Naruto Dancing 
Soul Eater: Soul, Maka, Tsubaki, Black*Star, Liz, Patty, Kid, L.D, Spirit, Stien, and Arachnephobia. (I think that's her name?)
Soul Eater NOT!: Meme. That's all that I can remember XD
Pandora Hearts: Gilbert. The only one who I can actually mess with.
*anything else? eh.*
Fullmetal Alchemist: Ed, Al, Winry, Envy, Pride, Wrath, Roy, Riza, Jean, and Envy. And I really like Envy so I said his name twice.

MOVIES:
Austin Powers: Foxy, Austin, Doctor Evil, and Mini Me.
Big Hero 6: Gogo, Wasabi, Fred, Hiro, Tadashi, Baymax, and the guy with the big nose at the end.
The Book Thief: Rudy, Liesel, the aunt and uncle, and Max. I can't remember anyone's name -.-
And no, I didn't like Frozen enough to write about it. God.

WEBCOMIC:
HOMESTUCK: Terezi Pyrope, Kanaya, Karkat Vantas, GAMZEE MAKARA, Tavros Nitram, Equius, Nepeta Leijon, Eridan Ampora (I'm a risk taker), John Egbert, Dave Strider, Dirk Strider, Lil' Cal (not really), Rose Lalonde, Jake English, Bec, Davesprite, Crabdad, and Jade whatever-her-last-name-is. I don't like Vriska and this is the only webcomic that I'm into this much. Unless you count TaSS?
Ok, few will get this reference, but:
Todd and the Shining Sword: Todd, Eva, Dappy, the Merchant, Luka, and the aliens that kicked Todd's ass in the beginning. That was hilarious. (And I'm gonna shut up because I'm probably going to make an invalid comment.) Copyright to Niq

Youtubers
-PewDiePie
-WonderNeePoos
-OurLivingLegacy
-Rhyme Lawliet
-CupofSquirrel
-SkydoesMinecraft
-And I really don't particularly like "SevenSuperGirls" because I have a little cousin who won't stop showing me their videos. If I were my past self and if she didn't show me the videos, I may like, like, five videos because it's a fun channel. I only don't like them now because I think my that specific cousin is too obsessed, and began acting like all the characters. Also because they apologized for the racist joke that White Girls like Starbucks. Although that is not always true, I watch Hetalia and am thinking of America instead of the girls, so I got mad that they apologized XD (don't kill me!!!)

Also Starbucks has really good tea, so it's an understandable stereotype. Kind of.

So my past self likes them. Not my present self. She really doesn't, but she's happy that they make her cousin happy and stay a little kid. (Why did I put that there, then?) (YOLO)

Ok! So, that happened! Now my 10 questions are:
1) Would you rule the world if possible?
2) What is your opinion on The Interview? Do you feel safe seeing it in public, or do you think that they'll nuke (or something) the theaters?
3) Most embarrassing story? (I liked that one, lol)
4) The most recent thing that you have obsessed over and would not stop talking about. (i.e., for me, it's Homestuck. Yes, I'm trying to get through Act 5, now XD)
5) Weird fetishes? (got that from The Fault in Our Stars) (it's okay, my friend has a water fetish.)
6) Are you sick of Frozen yet?
7) Do you understand the MLP fetish/obsession/what ever it is?
8) Have you laughed so far?
9) Who would fill your quadrants? (homestuck reference I'M SORRY)
10) Were you weirded out by the quadrant thing?

I'm tagging who ever actually reads this. Don't be shy. :P

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Hey you.

Yeah you.

How you doiiin', gurl? Bruthuh from another muthuh? Sistah from another mistah?

Mozel tov. Hay. Congratulations for breathing today. That must take a lot with all the pollution, friend. As a random human being, I have no idea what I am doing here, I just got bored one day and made this account. Now that I'm stuck with it, I guess I have to write fan fictions and post all of my crappy little drawings...so get ready, internet, for something...weird. Apologize for my stupidity in advance -.-

Likes: not a lot of things: Classical music, anime, cartoons, video games, cosplay, internet, music, comics *cough cough* Brendon Urie, and cupcakes. And of course my friends, and my dog.

Dislikes: lazy teachers, chores, dog poo, rated Y-TV junk, darkness, asthma attacks, medicine, Digemon, Cubeman (not scary), raisins, racism, allergies, wussies, whiners (whee I'm hypocritical!), and of corse those dumb cell phones with eight keys and look like a candy bar. OH, and also, walking barefoot in hot sand

Other Candies:
- I have arachnephobia.
- I never have had dangos.
- I never solved a Rubix cube.
- Everyday I skim my page and change or add something.
- I cannot go on if something of mine is out of place.
- I play the piano .
- I would absolutely love to play in Robert Smith's hair. (I know he's getting older, but he wears it the same way :P)
- I only swear to either make a point or to tell a joke. (all the time)
- My dog gives me high fives, hugs, brofists, and he can prance around like a poodle.
- Clowns startle me.
- I secretly have no religion, and don't like being called anything (ex. Atheist, Agnostic)
- I dislike my birth name.
- I can speak (generally) fluent Spanish, and am learning German and French.
- my big brothers and sister are in Limbo.
-1 (4N 2334[) 1337 (I can read leet)
- I believe I can fly.
- I have a strange habit of misspelling "yes" as "YASSS" or "ease" followed by a really derpy face. :3
- I wish that I had a cup of chai tea right now...
- Hachacha!

My friends, knowing I don't like my birth name very much, also call me Pikachu, Mouth, and sometimes Bugsy. And then somehow I was dubbed as the "Advisitorial Wizard" for some majestic reason. XD

Oh and just a warning... I talk a LOT if my speaking organ (heart) is provoked, so...be careful with the comments if you don't like American-leveled, talkative rants (trollop).

I remade a quotev account! (first being deleted LOL derp) www.quotev.com/bloo09
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nightmare5648 Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
thank you for the watch u v u
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Drawingislife4ever Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2015  New member Hobbyist Artist
Thanks that you started to watch me :3
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ToddNTheShiningSword Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I updated the Widget with you on it on my Profile and when I did your face went away and was replaced by Homestuck! :noes: :XD:
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MaybeCrazyGirl123 Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2015  Student General Artist
Yes, you noticed: my obsession with chinos has been replaced by my newer obsession, which is Homestuck. :P *is crying over Act 6*
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ToddNTheShiningSword Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I never could understand what Homestuck was. I think only people between ages 12 and 15 can comprehend it. =P
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MaybeCrazyGirl123 Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2015  Student General Artist
That...actually is a really good point. 12-15 year olds and passionate fans, as well, heehee.

Then if you started it wile you're 15 then continue years later, you'll still understand it, which probably explains every cosplayer or fan who forgets that almost every character is 13 years old, which every fan does at least once when making any fan art. Derp!
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McKrunkel Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2015
Thank you so much for the watch! :D Make sure to keep an eye out for more art coming soon <3
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LullabySkyX Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2015
Thanks for the watch!
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thank you so much for the watch!!!!Yayoi Takatsuki + Mami Futami Emote - Hug 
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:iconaawplz: YOU HAVE BEEN HUGGED Hug
Spread the DA love around! (you can COPY and paste this message on their userpage)
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1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You should try to hug 10 other people, at least!
3- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their page.
4- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
5- You should most definitely get started hugging right away!

If you get at least 7 back you are loved! (If you got less, you deserve more!)

Thank you so much for your CONTINUED support and for putting a smile on my face every day. 
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