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This is an amazing piece of art from the style, the detail of the ground, the fur, lighting, and sky look amazing! The way everything f...


As the lone hound stalked his prey, he knew he couldn't turn back, only was he could end the hunt... to strike first! This art work is ...


A dramatic look with amazing lighting! Very well made, an original style, and very dramatic on its theme. The fur strokes looks amazing...


This is amazing, from the moon light, to the fur. The grass is well made and the stars add an amazing glow effect! The clouds are great...

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butterfly
A majestic creature, the butterfly is. So delicate, so peaceful and calm. So placid, but here I am, laying in the bed I made. Burning is all I feel. The burning feeling in my sides. I had hoped for this, I had hoped all my life. I could try to struggle, but I accept instead.
I’ve tried all other options, I’ve searched all I’ve seen. Yet for some reason, this is all my life had for meaning.
Wake up, hope to die, if not yet some other time.
Wake up hope to kill, for if not you won't have your fill.
The butterfly is a majestic creature, it coddles those it sees. The rich, the poor, the weak and strong, embracing them  with gentle wings, knowing we won’t last long. How I wish I was a butterfly now, would have been better than the use of drugs. Wish I was a butterfly now, not with all these other bugs.
Wake up, hope to die, if not yet some other time.
Wake up hope to kill, for if not you won't have your fill.
Not every person will hold to their promise, so expec
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Flammie's new friend (vore story
   The wind blew gently on the warm spring day. The sun slowly rose and beamed through the dark cave and landing on the eyes of a sleepy white dragon. Its body was covered in short white fur, a yellow reptile plated underbelly, and wings that became covered with white feathers with green and light blue tipps. Two fox like pointy ears folded back while a mat of orange fur like hair ruffled slightly, “YAaaaaaaaaa” Yawned the dragon as he licked his lips and slowly stood up, its long tail uncoiling from its body and going behind him, “What to do now…” questioned the dragon as he sat up and looked around for something to do. His claws scratched the cave floor as he walked outside the cave, admiring the view of a nearby lake, some deer with light brown fur eating grass, the birds chirping and flying in the air.
   GGGRRRROOOAAAANNN! His stomach growled loudly, complaining about the empty feeling. The dragon blushed to himself and rubb
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Halo story part 1
"When people talk about fear..." A man with Spartan armor stood at the edge of a rocky cliff overlooking a city. The tall shining towers with flashing lights illuminated from the darkness, "They usually talk about what bothers them." He wore a orange scout helmet with slim combat chest plates and body cover. Holding a pistol in his hand, he rolled his head over to look at his partner, "I've never understood those people that her afraid..."
The second soldier walked beside him and shook his head, "Raptor.... you're insane," He snickered as he pulled an energy sword hilt from his waist side, "Just like me." The second soldiers armor was black as night with green markings in the shape of deep claw marks.
"Oh hell no! Why am I being g deployed with Bot and Raptor!" The two scout soldiers turned around to find their late coworker.
"Good to see Death would finally show up." Called bot as he looked back at the man with heavy Spartan armor with an EVA helmet
"Shut it Bot, nobody told me until
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Literature
The script of two hounds
    Smog filled the air slowly, like a plume of ash had been dumped from above. The dead trees, as black as coal, stood tall and clung to one another, their branches intertwining with one another. The silent ground laid undisturbed. No living creature in sight while a green glow mixed with the black fog. A hound covered in black fur, neon green eyes, and a long fluffy black tail walked through the dead forest. The hound was as big as dire wolf, its legs slowly moving through the dry dirt. Its ears pointed up as it listened for any noise but only found dead silence. With a low whimper, it continued to stumble around. Tripping on tree roots and rocks from time to time until tap tap tap! The hound turned around quickly. Nothing but dark silence filled the dark void of the woods. This isn’t good… The wolf sized hound thought as it turned around and started to walk at a faster pace.
    Tap tap tap tap tap!
The hound starte
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The interview part 1 (random write before bed
Hello there, I can tell by the look on your face that you are a bit troubled. You look at me behind glass, trembling slightly, thinking that you are being hunted. You're right you know... You are being hunted, and I can see by what. I would tell you how to see it too, how to open your eyes, but you'll call me mad.
What's that? You want me to tell You? Ok, but be warned, it's not the happiest of stories.
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Literature
Cruelest creature alive
What is truly the cruelest creature alive? 
Is it the snake that waits to strike?
Or is it the panther that waits to pounce on its prey. 
Some days its the cat that plays with its food,
or the mouse that acts like a thief.
No
The cruelest beast in this pathetic world we live in is our own bloody selves
Look around at what we cause, 
not even ten seconds into your day, you will hear the negative headlines of the news. 
Go look on websites with all the hate, 
nobody truly understanding other people's motives, needs, desires, failures, or tribulations. 
How could such a creature be so cruel to its own kind? 
How could a species be so heartless to those it should be able to work with.
Kill,
break down,
Destroy,
All These things are made by one true enemy. 
Humans. 
A pathetic ape with no hope except to eventually make something to kill themselves. 
Those who are kind are treated like hell and taken advantage of 
or has gone through hel
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Request story 1 total mind massacre
“Oh look at what we have here…” A man in grey slacks, a black short sleeve shirt and black shoes looked down an alleyway. The moon slowly rose overhead, its luminous gaze stared down into the darkened cracks of the city where light and dark seemed to fight, “Come here little furball, I know what you are looking for.” The man knelt down, his brown hair seemed to have a shiny glare in the white light as his emerald green eyes looked through his glasses. In the piles of nearby trash, a cat poked its head out and cocked it at the strange man, “Mew…”
The man held out a friendly hand, “Come here, I have food for you.” The cat leaped out from the trash and sauntered over slowly, ready to bolt if he made any sudden moves. The scent of raw meat seemed to emit from his hands, drawing the cat closer. The cat’s blood red eyes looked up at the man as a smirk crept on its brown furred snout. “Ears so white, a look that could kil
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The puppet
What do you see,
When your looking at me,
Oh how cute,
You don't see what I see,
Just a person,
Not a scratch,
No reason to be detached,
Don't you worry,
For there's nothing left,
But strings attsched.
All the limbs, controlled by impulse,
I useless you to be fried out of madness.
Don't you worry, for it will get better,
As long as the puppet master,
Makes time go better.
String like silk,
Swallow me,
Fish hooks lay deep,
Running through my hands and feet,
Don't you worry, don't you fret,
You're not dead quite yet.
Just take it slowly,
Ease the pain,
While I control
and carefully pick your brain.
Can't you see
I'm nothing but a rotten corpse,
Slowly dancing and prancing,
Killing without remorse,
That's all I see,
In the corner of my eyes,
My shadow slowly haunting,
Something truly terrifying.
Don't you see you don't need me,
There's nothing I could give?
Just a puppet on strings,
To do a big and sing,
While I slowly die inside.
So don't you worry, I always smile,
So don't you worry,
I'
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Stand before your Script
   I stand at the edge of this barren waste land. I know the dangers of coming here. I know the beasts that wander through these woods, but what’s the point? I have studied. I have been alone for so long… I have tried my hardest but nothing works. I have played this game of life. But there’s no hope left…
   I stare down at my pale palms and my tennis shoes on my feet. The brown scuff marks of dried mud plastered the black plastic of the sides. Beaten and worn, just like my beating heart. It hurt. It really did. It’s only been 16 years… 16 years of living in this world and I have already had too much. I don’t know what else to do… There’s nobody to truly go home to… The people around me are just grave placements. A reserved body for a whole in the ground. Now I’m here. The forest that is forbidden. What a thoughtful rule. Go anywhere but the forest… They say only those with a death wish go here&
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Literature
The forgetful envy
Everyone forgets
Everyone forgives
Everyone moves on,
except for the forgotten.
they are the outsiders looking in. 
Only the forgotten see what happens. 
Envy will always boil deep inside,
making they writhe. 
There's nothing you can really do.
Just sit and watch as the story unfolds,
The forgotten character, lost in pages,
Forever to be untold
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Literature
No matter what
No matter how much hood you do,
No matter how hard you try,
You will always be a failure in my eyes.
I get to laugh as I watch you squirm,
Trip you to make sure you burn.
You're nothing but a parasite,
A maggot at best,
Please, if you were truly good, wouldn't you know better yet?
You can't work,
You never learn,
Through all this pain you still haven't gotten it through your head?
You're a worthless waste of living tissue that gets to call himself alive,
You don't deserve to be here, just go run like always,
And when I come around, heh, you will always squirm like the little maggot you are
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Literature
Monster of man... Then me
Money
Mon
Monster
Star
How corrupt can one item  be?
Man, 
fan
ban
can
Can we truly see what is being said?
Creative
learn
share
care
That's nothing but lies
Kill
hunt
parasite
must learn to fight
That's all they seem to care about.
Monsters, monsters,
That's all I seem to see, 
from the shadows of the night
To the oceans of the deep. 
Monster, Monsters, 
Why can't I seem to break, 
A cycle that will soon take, 
All that we know from the air. 
Monster, Monsters, 
Run while you can, 
You speak to a monster, 
That rules through the land. 
Pain, 
glory,
Lies, 
and truth
From the pride and vengeful ways,
is what a true man is fueled to do. 
We see, 
We cheat,
We steal,
Yet through our ordeals,
We can't seem to learn,
For our lesson in adjourned.  
For we are nothing, 
But humans, 
but humans, 
slowly we must see. 
A human
A human, 
Must admit defeat! 
We learn, 
we grow,&
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Why don't you guys save the world instead of the city?
Logan: honestly i wish I could save the world. *rubs arm* but I'm no hero. I hurt some people so others my live. Plus recently with Lucifer, he has no powers yet he still manages to make machines to counter me and my friends. And he broke out of prison! Again! What kind of hero am I if I cant beat someone who continually is prepared and knows what we will do. *sighs* to answer your question, yes if I could I would save the world.
Michel: honestly... no... I wouldn't. I'm saving my friends... I owe Logan and Rocky (RockyFiveTheHEdgehog). I owe Marco and I owe Diamon (WolfiMoons). That's it. Nobody else. If I see someone getting hurt, I don't mind helping, but that doesn't mean I'll do it all the time. Plus I have no powers. So saving the world is not an option for me. Saving they city is good enough for me. *sits back and drinks*
Marco: would I save the world? Of course i would try. But i can't... i have no powers. Plus we suck. A
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A majestic creature, the butterfly is. So delicate, so peaceful and calm. So placid, but here I am, laying in the bed I made. Burning is all I feel. The burning feeling in my sides. I had hoped for this, I had hoped all my life. I could try to struggle, but I accept instead.
I’ve tried all other options, I’ve searched all I’ve seen. Yet for some reason, this is all my life had for meaning.
Wake up, hope to die, if not yet some other time.
Wake up hope to kill, for if not you won't have your fill.
The butterfly is a majestic creature, it coddles those it sees. The rich, the poor, the weak and strong, embracing them  with gentle wings, knowing we won’t last long. How I wish I was a butterfly now, would have been better than the use of drugs. Wish I was a butterfly now, not with all these other bugs.
Wake up, hope to die, if not yet some other time.
Wake up hope to kill, for if not you won't have your fill.
Not every person will hold to their promise, so expect the unexpected and try every door presented to you. We are one of the same, me and the butterfly. We both learn from empty promises. Both learn from hardships and mistakes.
Wake up, hope to die, if not yet some other time.
Wake up hope to kill, for if not you won't have your fill.
We are all butterflies, not like these maggots eating at my sides, or the flies that gnaw away at my gums or the centipede crawling through my eyes. No we're not the dirty insects drinking my brains or the snakes nipping at my feet. No.
Wake up
We are butterflies
Hope to die
We wait and cover every piece with our wings.
If not yet some other time.
And so I did. I laid down my life, and now I feel the butterflies eating me.
butterfly
Going to turn this in for a report XD yay
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I know I'm not active on here like I used to be. I stopped writing as well XD been doing rps and xbox a little too much along with a job XD for those that watch me, thank you, for those just reading this, well, hope you're having a good day :)

Happy 4th of July to those in America and everyone else that celebrates with fireworks
Battle Worn
I've seen blood so red,
Tears so white,
And eyes so blue,
Every time I look at you,
The mirror image staring back at me,
The colorful scars of life cover me.

I've heard the lies,
I know my truth,
It doesn't matter what i say to you,
So don't you worry,
Oh haters of mine,
I'll be smiling through the pain,
While waiting for my time.

It may change me,
For better or worse,
But my friends will keep me sane.
It may change me
For better or worse,
But these scars of mine won't fade...
Neither will I nor my might.


Just a random poem with a pic I just finished. Hope you like it.
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   The wind blew gently on the warm spring day. The sun slowly rose and beamed through the dark cave and landing on the eyes of a sleepy white dragon. Its body was covered in short white fur, a yellow reptile plated underbelly, and wings that became covered with white feathers with green and light blue tipps. Two fox like pointy ears folded back while a mat of orange fur like hair ruffled slightly, “YAaaaaaaaaa” Yawned the dragon as he licked his lips and slowly stood up, its long tail uncoiling from its body and going behind him, “What to do now…” questioned the dragon as he sat up and looked around for something to do. His claws scratched the cave floor as he walked outside the cave, admiring the view of a nearby lake, some deer with light brown fur eating grass, the birds chirping and flying in the air.
   GGGRRRROOOAAAANNN! His stomach growled loudly, complaining about the empty feeling. The dragon blushed to himself and rubbed his belly, “Guess I’m hungry…” With that, he took to the sky, flapping his four feathered wings and disappearing from sight by hiding in the clouds.
   Down below, a small boy stood outside, chopping wood into halves to use for a fire. His white shirt was torn and rugged, his face covered in sweat as he wiped it off his brow. The leather shoes and pants didn’t help with the heat but kept him protected from the sharp rocks and splinters by his working area. The cottage in the woods was a warm home, a roof made out of straw, a family working outside, while the daughters made dinner. The boy sighed and tiredly placed the axe on the ground. He had been cutting for hours since sunrise, “Finally… finished…” He panted for air, his muscles ached, arms throbbed while his small pale hands were covered in blisters, “So… much...wood…” A shadow flew past him, making the boy look for a nearby bird but found nothing. Silence That’s what filled the air, the nerve killing silence that made you feel death’s clutches run up your spine. Nothing was stirring or breathing for that matter. In one moment, it was a standstill. The forest is-
   The boys thoughts were interrupted as a stern grip clamped on his arm and a wooden paddle flew into his chest, knocking the air out of him, “Little brat! I said to get back to work! I didn’t buy a slave to have it day dream!”
   “Y-Yes… Yes s-s-sir…” answered the small boy as he tried to breathe. He fell to the ground as the man grabbed the boy’s neck and began to drag him towards the forest and threw him forward, making the boy crumble to the ground, “Go get some wood and don’t come back until we have enough to last for two winters!” The burly man grabbed the axe from the ground and threw it. The boy sat up only to be greeted with the metal axe head landing beside him in the dirt, “Y-yes master… right away master!” He stood up, grabbed the axe handle and went to leave only to fall face first on the ground. The axe was stuck. Before the boy’s master could notice, he ran. I’m never coming back. I’m never being their slave!  
   His heart raced, pumping loudly in his ears, his legs began to feel like lead, each footstep getting heavier and heavier. His head spun, No… I know I’m not.. Seeing… stars… not now… not… CRASH! The boy fell next to a tree and panted, “I.. can’t… keep… running… I... I…” He went quiet when a shadow passed over him for the second time that day. He looked around before realizing the stillness again. No birds, no deer, not even the rustling of leaves in the wind. It was all quiet. CRUNCH! Something stepped on some leaves behind him. He looked over the tree’s side but nothing was there. “Hello!”
   “AHHHH!” Screamed the boy as he turned around. A dragon with white fur, four feathered wings, a toothy grin with a derp face look. The creature smiled and sat in the small clearing of trees. It was massive compared to the boy, over 15 feet long and a jaw that could easily fit a man, “Don’t scream, shhhh, me is Flammie and very friendly!”
   “Flammie?” Asked the boy with a strange look.
The creature nodded playfully as his tail wagged, “My name silly is Flammie! I’m a dragon!” The boy began to tremble as he tried to sink into the tree he was propped on. He’s going to eat me… it’s going to burn me to a crisp and eat me! The boy began to struggle with tears in his eyes as Flammie moved forward and placed a fluffy white claw on the boy’s chest, “What’s wrong little one? Did me scare you?”
The boy didn’t answer as he tried to crawl back, grabbing the massive roots of the tree beside him. Flammie stepped closer while his claw pinned the boy to the ground gently, “Me won’t hurt you, me promise.” The dragon had a beak like maw as it rubbed its chin against the boy.
“BASTARD! GET BACK HERE!” Shouted the boy’s owner in the distance. His eyes widened even more with terror as his body began to shake.
“Who was that?” asked Flammie as he looked down at the boy, “You don’t look so good… is you ok?”
“I.. I need to hide! I can’t be found! They.. They’ll kill me!” Before he could finish, the creature grabbed the boy with his claw and tossed him into his beak like maw. The massive tongue lapping him over and over again, enjoying his salty taste, “You,” SSSLLUUURRRP, “You hard worker, me can taste it!”  
“HELP!” Called the boy in fear as the massive teeth chomped down, missing him by inches.
“Careful now, me no wants to bite friend!” He sloppily spoke as drool fell out from his maw.
“We… aren't… FRIENDS!” Flammie grunted in response as he tilted his head up and sent the boy sliding down towards his throat, “NO! PLEASE! NO!” The boy couldn't do anything as the warm tongue flicked upward and sped up his decent. The squishy throat happily took the small form with a loud GULP!
The boy struggled, his hands gripping the fleshy walls tightly as the strong muscles forced him down. Saliva coated his entire form, making it impossible to slow down until SPLASH! He landed into a large open space full of warm liquids, “LET ME OUT! PLEASE! LET ME GO!” He made his was to the contrasting stomach wall and began to beat on it, punching with all his might to fight back. It was futile but the boy didn't care. He wasn't going out without a fight. I didn't free myself to become food!

The cool breeze blew all around the four winged, white feathered dragon. His orange turf of fur on his forehead blew madly as he flew. He couldn't help but to mur to himself. The boy doesn't quit. Me likes friend. He gives belly fun time. Looking down at himself, he spotted the small bulge poking out and smiled as a gently claw poked it, “You ok in There?”
“LET ME OUT NOW! I HATE IT HERE! I'M NOT FOOD!” the boy screamed as he slipped and fell back, making a small splash and running into another stomach wall, making the dragon mur louder, vibrating the boys surroundings with joy.
“Me likes you in belly though. You give good belly play. Me will keep you in there now.”
“NO! NO NO NO! LET ME OUT!” The boy was in pure terror and licked the walls as hard and as fast as he could. Flammie couldn't take much more, he was overjoyed with pleasure and had to start towards the ground. Flammie started snickering half way down as he felt the boy inside him tumble  back and forth, ramming into the fleshy, pulsing walls, “Hang on friend! Me is a bumpy ride!”
After a long way down, the dragon landed with a running stop, making the boy splash around, “OW!”
“Sorry, me got excited.” the dragon snickered to himself and found a soft patch of grass to lay down on, the blades still a little wet from the morning dew, “Me is flammie, what is friend’s name?”
“Let me out… and we aren’t friends..” The boy grunted and stood up in the warm belly, crossing his arms.
“Friend, Flammie helped you, but me will keep you in belly.” The dragon slowly began to rub his yellow scale plated belly, the shell like rungs gentle and soft like the rest of his fluffy form.
“Why did you do this to me?” The boy complained and slapped the fleshy walls. The dragon purred and rubbed the small form inside his belly.
“Me is teaching friend lesson. To be nice to others is nice for self silly!” Flammie closed his eyes and flapped his wings gently,  his right claw pointing up at his snout as he spoke as if talking to a child in front of him, “Besides, you feel good in there for Flammie!”
“I hate it here… Just do it already… melt me away if that’s what you plan to do…” The boy slumped against the fleshy stomach wall and slid under the warm liquids, “It’s not fair… why do you push me around like I’m some toy?” The boy whimpered. Flammie couldn’t hear him as his stomach gurgled loudly, shaking the chamber and causing rippled to form in the liquids.
   “Flammie will make you deal,” The dragon looked down at his belly, “You tell Flammie name and Flammie let's you out, ok?” He rubbed his belly slowly as he rolled over onto it. The boy sighed and swished around with the movements, “My… my name? Ok… my name is-” he was cut short as Flammie suddenly stood up and started walking, making the boy slide around more in the swaying belly, “MY NAME IS BOT!”
   Flammie smiled and stopped. He sat down on his rump and looked down, “Hi Botsie, are you my friend now?” The friendly dragon questioned and poked at his belly. Bot sighed and gulped, “Yes….We… we  are… friends…” the walls started to tighten, the warm liquids rose, carrying Bot with them, “FLAMMIE! HELP!” He started to be forced through the slimy tubes as air sucked him up quickly. Bot shut his eyes and curled up against the fleshy surroundings.
   A warm, pulsing muscle gently wrapped around Bot and seemed to hug him tightly, “Flwammie tongue hug Botsie!” The dragon laughed as he placed the boy on the ground and nuzzled his black hair, “You me friend now, is you ok?”
   “Yeah… I… I guess…” Bot didn’t know what to do, it took everything in him to simply stand as he panted for clean air, “Don’t do that again ok?”
   “Ok, but first…” Flammie suddenly lunged at Bot and tackled him under his weight. The giant dragon had Bot pinned with ease. Before Bot could speak, he was tossed around until he realized what held him down. Flammie had rolled onto his back and wrapped a claw around him, hugging him against his belly tightly, “Friend gets huggles from Flammie  always!” Bot struggled but gave in after a while before sighing and looking up. It was a tempting thought to hug the fluffy creature, and it wasn’t long until Flammie found Bot, fast asleep on his warm scaly chest, “Flammie will take care of friend, Botsie no worry!” The playful dragon happily licked Bot up in his maw and sucked on his sleeping form as he stood up and began his journey to the sky, looking for a place for himself and his new friend to stay.
Flammie's new friend (vore story
A friendly hungry dragon making friends. its normal for flammie XD A story for a friend on discord XD
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I love writing stories, they just pop into my head. Every night, I always get an idea from a new plot or character, or just a poem. If you just drew a character and want a story to go with it, let me know, I'll write one for you and we can give each other credit!



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White-Wyvern-Realms Featured By Owner Aug 24, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Hey its been awhile
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botsu1x Featured By Owner Aug 24, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Hi, how is you
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White-Wyvern-Realms Featured By Owner Sep 9, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Also sorry I missed your birthday
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botsu1x Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Nah dont worry but thank yous!
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White-Wyvern-Realms Featured By Owner Sep 9, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Um... Wanna do a rp?
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botsu1x Featured By Owner Sep 9, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
My rp responses are extremely slow but if you want to we can
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I was a little worried
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botsu1x Featured By Owner Aug 26, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Worried about what?
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Thanks for watching!:) (Smile) 
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No problem :) I really like your art :)
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