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Canada! Version 2 by BettyTheSoulOfFear, visual art

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  • Dec 31
  • Singapore
  • Deviant for 4 years
My Bio

My name is Kris, I'm an author, poet, artist with too much time on his hands.

No longer active here as I'm not a fan of the new website style.


Social Media and other websites

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AO3: AsianTapWater

Hello Poetry: AsianTapWater

AllPoetry: AsianTapWater

Reddit: AsianPunGoddess

Instagram: asian.tap.water


Favourite Visual Artist
Camila Cuevas | WalkingmelonsAAA
Favourite Movies
No Game No Life: Zero | Fireworks: Should We See It From The Side Or From The Bottom | Paint It, White!
Favourite TV Shows
Aoki Hagane No Arpeggio: Ars Nova | Hetalia: Axis Powers | El Gran Hotel
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Mother Mother | Toby Fox | KIRA | ACDC | Guns N' Roses | Cepheid
Favourite Books
Warrior Cats | Wings Of Fire | Cells At Work! | Homestuck | Last Reality
Favourite Games
Undertale | Hiveswap | Don't Starve
Favourite Gaming Platform
Xbox One | PC
Tools of the Trade
Autodesk Sketchbook | pencils | calculator
A short story and poem about the 9/11 attacks. Based on the idea of the 50 states being APH!America's children. I woke up gasping for air. Something bad was happening. But where? A sudden stabbing pain in my chest. New York City. I leapt out of bed. New York was under attack. My son would be hurt, or worse. Terrified scream after terrified scream rang through the mansion, coming from his bedroom. I bounded upstairs and slammed open the bedroom door. But it was too late. My son lay there, thrashing in his bed. The blanket had been thrown off, and I could see the flames consuming his skin as smoke filled the room. Slowly, I heard each of
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A short story and poem about the Revolutionary War Pride swells in my chest as I look around me. All these brave men, fighting for our colony— no, our country. Putting their lives on the line, knowing not whether they will go home or even see the light of day after this is all over. After this, America will be free. America will truly be a country. Across from us on the battlefield, donned in bright red jackets, are our captors. The Brits. I place a hand over my gun. This is it. The war for our independence. We give it our all, or we give it nothing. But I can’t help but be... worried, scared. Because my brother is fighting
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So are we just going to ignore the fact that Mettaton NEO's cannon arm is a pun in itself
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thanks for the fav

Thank you for the favorite.

Thanks for the fave on my Wait for me! drawing!! :heart:

Thank you for the fave!

Thank you for all your faves OMG <33

Thank you so much for the favourite. Have an amazing day

Thank you for the fav, my friend :happybounce:

Thanks for the fav :love: