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Missing Mildred

At your funeral I cried with grief.
The sadness of no more days spent
in the grace of your company;
of not feeling your warm embrace.


At your funeral I wept with regrets
The regrets of not having seen
you one last time to say goodbye;
of not knowing you more fully.


By your ethereal side I wait until my
time comes to walk beside you again.
Knowing that the future will unite us,
holds my broken heart together.
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Literature
The End Of The Tunnel
Graceless days filled
with empty dreams.
Unknown resolutions
that are never seen.
No belief that things
can get any better.
Things stay the same.
Where's that light
we all hear about, as
we sit in darkness?
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Thranduil X Celebrian Interlude :iconevilscarrlett:EvilScarrlett 1 2
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Spectrum
Her aura is a mixture
of all the colored hues
and all the muddled
ones in between.
She lives in the blue
of an unchanging world
that makes her sad
but she presses on.
She lives in the orange
of the sun when it
shines, making her glow.
With the promise of
yellow, she finds peace.
When the storms pass
the violet can blanket her
in the peaceful confines
of a world of her own.
Her red can’t be avoided
but its fire keeps her alive.
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Midnight Blue
Her platinum lightning strikes
as midnight rules the land.
Once, a teenage dream, becomes
a fractured mid-life heartbreak;
The dress she never got to wear
hangs in a thrift shop window.
Midnight taffeta, slightly faded
much like her used-up life is.
Old copies of Cosmopolitan lay
tattered and forgotten in her mind.
The memories fade like the dress
and the storm rages quietly.
Searing feelings erupt like a
waking volcano’s rage, waiting
for the right time to spill.
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Unknown

Now, as I stare out on
these desolate streets
I see the ghost of a
father I have yet to meet.
From a very young age,
it’s been me and my mom.
No man to come home to,
no dad of my own.
I know mom did her best
but she needed some help;
I deserved a father figure,
now I’m out here- not grown.
The streets call my name,
to hustle, fight and act out.
Just like my mom always
worried so much about.
Now I’m fourteen and
some say, out of control.
Lost in this world with
no father to hold me.
Can I survive these streets
living unscathed and free?
Instead of in a cage
with other boys like me?
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The Tragic Outcome

Not meant to be the destination

then what am I even here for?
Is there something more to
have my heart set on?
Is something worth this fight?
Knowing and believing are
not the same at all.
Fantasies made of traveling along
 the beam of the subconscious.
 Reaching the other side is
 not always wanted or expected.
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Fascination

The equivalent of his lure
comes to me in waves of light.
I fight the feeling but
I cannot turn his brilliance off.
The luminance rings so clear
and true that I can’t look away.
He pulls me into his
gravitational force; there I hover.
Could this be a dream?
Could it be that he will always
shine brighter than my mind
can ever seem to reach?
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Journey

It all means something,
like little bookmarks
in the chapters of our lives
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Advice
People say ‘let go’;
have they ever let go or
is it just empty advice?
Some say ‘trust’,
but do they understand
that trust is earned?
They will say ‘break free’!
But do they know where
we’re breaking to?
Advice is meant to help,
but people are built with
different coping skills.
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Lament
Visions of my past lives
do haunt me at times.
The moon is no longer
my own to hold now.
Now too many things
remind me of others.
Too many days melting
into endless nights.
There is no going back
because memories are
made and not lost now.
The whole world has
become inevitable in
my eyes and I can’t
go back to how it was.

If I could, would I really
want to at all?
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Stark
The bitterness breaks
with colder nights and
bleaker days following.
Push away the sadness
which creeps in by degrees.
Finding a peace in the oblivion
that surrounds me constantly.
Will the depression ever pass or
will I have to fight it all my lifetime?
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Seasons
Colder nights with
the falling leaves;
it has begun and
such joy it brings.
The autumn has come
and falls like the heat,
away from my skin.
Sweltering days are
over, at least for now;
as winter approaches
at a galloping pace.

 
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Violet Storms
You see it in my eyes;
the violet storms rage.
Another day without a
memory of that phase.
My vision is blurred
and my mind is blank.
Not sure where this
will take me, so I bend
and then I break.
Broken things do
mend, I'm told, and 
I can be restored;
the violet storms will
rage and rise then
finally, they will pour.
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Rainfall
Drab rainy skies
envelop attention
from some who
want to walk outside.
 
They all look above
at the drizzling ceiling
as if expecting things
to change any moment.
 
People wander sadly
along the wet streets
finding it a joyless act;
seeing no beauty in this.
 
How can they not see
these crystals of light,
sparkling with life, as
something lovely to behold?
 
How do they miss the
whole picture of rainfall?
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I forgot
I used to love
I used to dream
I used to hope
But I forgot
I need something
(Someone)
To remind me of these beautiful things
For a shard of happiness
So I can love again
Dream again
Hope again...
Live again
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A liaison in the Great Greenwood - Chapter 64 :iconazukiel:Azukiel 4 3
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A liaison in the Great Greenwood - Chapter 63 :iconazukiel:Azukiel 3 9
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I'm Surprised There's Anything Left Honestly :iconcurls-and-yelling:curls-and-yelling 3 3
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A liaison in the Great Greenwood - Chapter 62 :iconazukiel:Azukiel 4 16
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Memory
Many ghosts lie within our heads,
But none of them want to lay to rest.
Eventually they will stop coming back
And finally just fade away to black.
 
Have you ever wondered when the present
Will become just another forgotten moment?
Have you ever wondered when we will be
Just another bittersweet memory?
 
We lie awake at night, trying not to dream,
Trying not to see anything we can believe.
We only want us and this to last forever,
Never to become just a night to remember.
 
Everything must eventually come to an end,
No matter how hard we try and pretend.
We all know that everything must eventually
Fall and fade away to just a distant memory.
 
Although we try to forever stay aflight,
Someday we will all lose the fight
And fall away with burning wax wings
Into Death’s arms, always awaiting.
 
While we forever worry about the future
And clutch to a past we can barely remember,
We all know that one day, someday, we
Will all fade to a forgotten memory…&
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physical
I'm in a moving wagons
Tears in my eyes
I'm not coming back
Goodbyes left for the dead
But...
I told you that we will meet again
In your head
In my dreams
So don't be scared
Everything is fine
(Even if I'm not physical anymore)
I can only see ugly building
And forsaken cars
I feel so alone
The graffiti carved in my eyes
Aches sprayed on the walls
And the blue windows
I only need you...
But...
I told you that we will meet again
Inside your eyes
Inside my thoughts
So don't be scared
Everything is fine
(Even if I'm not physical anymore)
You're in front of me
My fingers caressing your cheeks
And I miss the time when you could still feel me...
But...
I told you that we will meet again...
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unnoticed
Efforts left unnoticed
Sacrifices that nobody see
And this rock will crash on you head
Blood on my hand
And a mind finally at peace
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Stupid fuckin world
I won't go to school today
I am enough to be a slave
I won't go to work today
I am enough to be a slave
I am not here
The loneliness when people are around
I wish I could be there
Getting high as an only goal, I know this sound
I don't want to fall from the clouds
Everything seems so soft
I don't want to be in the people's eyes again...
I won't go to school today
I am enough to be a slave
I won't go to work today
I am enough to be a slave
This world is useless
Everyone is happy to be a slave
Nothing in their mouth but yes
Yet nothing can be saved
We need a big revolution
We need to bathe in the blood of the powerful
We need to drown religion
But no one has the guts for it...
I won't go to school today
I am enough to be a slave
I won't go to work today
I am enough to be a slave
I wish...
I wish this world didn't exist...
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A liaison in the Great Greenwood - Chapter 61 :iconazukiel:Azukiel 3 8
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A liaison in the Great Greenwood - Chapter 60 :iconazukiel:Azukiel 2 2
Fire by Autheane
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Therapy
I want to curl up in your mind
and let it hurt me instead.
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Literature
Last Leg
I am two different people
and you knew that
When we fell, one of me
loved you, and the other
hated you.
Now, one of me hates you
and the other
is just afraid.
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Let's Talk
You ask me if I have any questions
What am I supposed to say?
Did you see the new scars on my arm?
Did you notice I'm not eating?
Did you know I don't want this anymore?
The answers to all of these are no,
(I don't even have to ask)
because you're too busy 
convincing yourself to care
for you to actually see me. 
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At your funeral I cried with grief.
The sadness of no more days spent
in the grace of your company;
of not feeling your warm embrace.


At your funeral I wept with regrets
The regrets of not having seen
you one last time to say goodbye;
of not knowing you more fully.


By your ethereal side I wait until my
time comes to walk beside you again.
Knowing that the future will unite us,
holds my broken heart together.



Graceless days filled
with empty dreams.
Unknown resolutions
that are never seen.
No belief that things
can get any better.
Things stay the same.
Where's that light
we all hear about, as
we sit in darkness?

The End Of The Tunnel
Writing hasn't been with me in some time but I'm trying again. Forgive the poorness of this one. Written 8/1/18
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I guess we all think we should be doing our craft/art. I haven't been active for a very long time. I'd like to say I'm healed but that would be a lie. I need something to fill that hole he left in my chest...in my mind.
I do write some. I'm writing a very long fanfic (Tolkien characters- elves to be specific). It's helping me work through my emotions. I just finished page 630 and not quite done. It has been working hard to fill the cracks in my broken self.
I wrote a bit more on the side and I'm ready to share if anyone cares to read:

I realized something today. I guess deep down I thought I was a special person, as whenever I cared about someone who was broken, I could somehow fix them. At least make them happier. It has happened many times but it never lasted. I saw this as a failure on my part, yet I persevered. I have kept trying, in my own way, to make that difference.

Today, I realized that I am not so special and that I cannot fix everything. It came upon me like a brick, yet somehow, a relief. After the initial blow, when the brick dust cleared, I felt that measure of relief. That doesn’t mean I will become callous, especially to those I care about. It means something I don’t yet understand. I will figure it out with time, I guess. But even if I don’t, I will appreciate the revelation as what it is: the inner realization of a truth. (1/31/18)

and then:

Today I feel like a spectator in my life, helpless to make things happen or cease to happen. I know it’s not the truth, but it feels this way and I feel wrapped in a film or veil of some kind. I can’t even seem to focus on my writing much. It dwindles like my spirit. I am the only one it effects, of course, but that is enough. (5/13/18)


Lots of thoughts in a busy mind, as you see. They come and go, you see, like the ones I've loved and lost. My heart is heavy and I need to sleep. It's the only safe place to hide from all this reality.

I am trying to return to deviant art, but it might be slow. Forgive me for not being supportive, my friends. I will try to do better. :heart:

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As a PS, I want to dedicate my complete broken heart to Sherb, who died yesterday.
I will miss you, little man. Broken Heart Emoji 

Sherb by EvilScarrlett




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A soft knock came at Celebrian’s door. She was expecting no one after having given an herbal tea to Adlanniel some moments before. Her daughter should be resting- due to the tea since nothing else would cause it at this point.


When Celebrian opened the door, her lips parted in shock; Thranduil stood there, reeking of wine, yet he stood as tall and handsome as always; he did not seem addled. He stepped closer to the doorway, all but inviting himself in.


“I suppose you would like to enter?” she asked him.


“If you will allow it,” he said, cerulean eyes gleaming.

She stepped back with a sigh of slight annoyance.


“You did not have to allow me in,” Thranduil said snarkily.


“You would have dawdled by the door until I took my leave, if not.”


“Know me so well, do you?” he chuckled.


“I would say that is an accurate assumption,” Celebrian said.


He said nothing to this, just crossed the room with his rich clothes and sat his royalness upon the red brocade chaise by the picture window. He crossed his legs and stared at her expectantly. His pale hair was picture perfect, as always.


“Did you expect service? For the servant has already gone...” she asked.


“Well, that depends; what type of service did you have in mind?” his dark eyebrows came up expressively.


“I do not have time for your games, Thranduil. I can offer you a cup of tea since the tea service is here.” she exasperatedly said.


“Please, if you do not mind,” he said, his shapely lips smiled at her.

Celebrian sighed heavily and went to prepare the tea. As she readied a cup for her ‘guest’, she internally thought back on their history. They had once been together and she thought it would be he that she would wed until her mother stepped in and forbade it. Now, here she was again in his company and the feelings he stirred up was much the same- to her disdain.

She did not want to think of his kisses and touches. Nor did she want to consider the more intimate things.

Why was he visiting anyhow? Did he not have more important matters to tend to; after all he was the Elvenking. She scoffed at the thought.


He heard the scoff. “Is there a problem with your servicing me, my lady?” he asked.


Celebrian rolled her eyes exhaustedly. She would not even give that remark any due attention.


She prepared the tea, bringing the small tray so that he could add sugar if he desired. She had no remembrance of how he took his tea, for it had been far too long. In fact, tea was never his drink of choice.


He uncrossed his legs like a great cat stretching and leaned forward to look at the tray she presented. She set it on a small table and left to be seated.


“My servants brought you no cream?” he asked.


“I do not partake of cream, so no,” she said, finally sitting. Her blue silk gown rustled slightly as she sat upon a matching red brocade chair.


“They still should have. Others who visit with you might want cream. I will speak to them sternly.” he advised her.


“Thranduil, do you even want cream??” Celebrian was flustered now.


“I do not use it, so no.”


“Then why are you bringing it to attention like it does matter??” she huffed.


“Do not show your bad side, dear Celebrian. It was only an observation.” he smiled and began to get his tea ready.


Celebrian sat back and lifted her cup to drink. “If I had known it was you at the door, I would have ordered wine instead, to calm my nerves, since you pinch every one of them.”


Do I now?” he asked, almost salaciously.


“Do not argue, Thranduil. My head aches already.”


“I would never conceive of arguing with you,” he commented.


Celebrain rolled her eyes at him and drank more tea. Oh, how she wished the servant would return with wine.


“Why are you receiving my company so poorly? Are we not friends of old?”


“I have so much on my mind, as you well know.” she huffed heatedly.


“Perhaps I stopped by to help you forget…”


“I doubt if you, of anyone, could help me forget.” she sighed.


“That was very discourteous to say, my lady.”


“My manners are on a short tether today. Take it or leave...it.”


“Are you saying I should leave?” he asked, then sipped his tea.


“Take it any way you like.” Celebrian quipped.

She looked at him for a reaction; perhaps he would go.

Instead, he stared at her and licked his delicious lips.


“How about I stay awhile; you can relieve your thoughts by sharing with me.”


“I have no desire to share my feelings; you already know why I am feeling the way I am. There is no point rehashing it,” she said.


“Then we can speak of old times, after all, those were wonderful times for us?”


“You exhaust me, Thranduil, I swear.” she spat.


He was up from the chaise now, crossing over to her unexpectedly. He knelt at Celebrian’s feet and immediately took her cup from her shaking hands. After he had put the cup down, he took her hands in his, gently.


“We have always had a special bond; please open up to me,” he asked.


“We honestly have nothing to talk about, Thranduil…” she began.


He moved closer then, and whispered: “We do not have to talk…”


Celebrian went to rise up but he stayed her movement. His hands embraced her face on each side, as he swept her into a feverish kiss. She could taste the wine still on his tongue as it glided through her mouth deeply.


She pressed against his chest with her hands, but his lips were insistent and persuaded her to stay. As his hands moved along her arms, she stopped pushing him away. His soft hair brushed against her hands and her fingers spread and caressed it mindlessly. Tugging at his flaxen locks reduced the tension in her troubled soul for some reason.


His lips moved to her throat, drawing her skin in to tease her senses and bruise her milky flesh. She sighed under his ministrations, the resistance inside her melting away under his touches.


She wanted to ask why… she wanted to resist again, but her composure collapsed as his hands slid over her gown bodice, caressing her breasts so deeply that she felt as if her skin were bare.


She sighed as his hands slid her gown down, baring her shoulders. His kisses moved there and now, so did his teeth, nipping the flesh. She realized her hands were clutching his hair and pulling him in closer, and she relaxed her hold. But when his mouth moved to her breast she gasped hoarsely, taking hold of him once more.


“We must not…” she whispered, but her voice was barely her own; so timid and diluted. He appeared not to even have marked her words. At the same time her mind pushed him away, her hands and body pulled him closer.


At this point he did stand, pulling her up to stand before him. He dropped his robe with ease. Then, his hands ran along her body, chilling her with steely passion. Celebrian panted as his lips found hers again, consuming her will to part from him.

She kissed him with fervor now...losing all abandon; her defiance evaporated as he moaned into her mouth, lifting her from the floor.


He carried her and laid her on the nearby bed; he then loomed above her, bracing his strong arms on either side of her shoulders. She took that moment to take in his immense beauty and determination. His hair spilled over as he moved to her neck again. His hands then spanned her hips, clutching at the blue silk, trying to push it away. She buried her hands in his hair, pulling his head ever closer. As she tangled her fingers through, he hissed, gripping her hips cruelly. He moved down her body, making sure that she felt his every move through the cumbersome gown. When he reached the bottom, he grabbed the hem, sliding the skirt up her legs sensually. His fingers sought her sex, traveling up her calves and thighs in a feverous pursuit. When he did reach her center, he touched delicately, stroking her inner thighs to precipitate her surrender to him.

Without thought, she parted for him, inhaling suddenly, as his hand ripped away her filmy undergarment.


He worked her core without hesitation and she lifted her hips to his urges. She sighed loudly, biting her bottom lip as his fingers slipped into her. His opposite hand pressed her pelvis down, holding her firmly, while he shattered her will to hold out. She burst, tearfully, orgasming over his fingers as he continued to torment her.


He leaned over to lick her tears away, then kissed her face and finally her lips again. She kissed him back eagerly as she pressed her hips up against his hand further.

Before she could complain, he was pulling the gown from her body and down past her legs. His clothing fell away directly, like the tide under the moon. His pale, firm form still held a fascination for her now, though now his muscles were further padded since his youth. He descended upon her now, and she craved what he brought with him.


His kisses found her ripe breasts, doing all manner of damage there. She called out as his teeth bit down and his hand found her mound once more. Her sex was weeping for him and he slid down to taste her. As his lips caressed her velvety skin, she bucked her hips against him. He spread her thighs hungrily, as he took control again.

She felt otherworldly in that this was happening. But the pleasure he inflicted could not be denied. His tongue delved, as he lapped her up… when she could not take another moment without another orgasm, he forced one upon her. His teeth nibbled as he worked his fingers into her.

Soon, she was begging him to fill her and he obliged her sternly. He lifted her legs up to her body bending them until her knees touched her breasts; then he slid his body up against hers and lodged himself deep within her in a swift stroke.


She howled in pleasure, orgasming over him as he stroked inside her. His growl was animalistic as he bore down, finally orgasming deeply inside her.

He released her legs when he was spent, then collapsed on the bed with her. They both spasmed softly, not able to speak yet.

Celebrian was not really sure what she would say, anyway. The only sound was their ragged breathing in the quiet room.


Thranduil X Celebrian Interlude
This was inspired by my friend Azukiel and her story :thumb424292892:

I don't need to tell you it's sexually explicit because you all know me XD
It is a part I wanted to see happen MUCH later in the story but it wasn't meant to be- for her anyway ;)
I do not own the characters; this is just s lewd fanfic. Enjoy. XD
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I guess we all think we should be doing our craft/art. I haven't been active for a very long time. I'd like to say I'm healed but that would be a lie. I need something to fill that hole he left in my chest...in my mind.
I do write some. I'm writing a very long fanfic (Tolkien characters- elves to be specific). It's helping me work through my emotions. I just finished page 630 and not quite done. It has been working hard to fill the cracks in my broken self.
I wrote a bit more on the side and I'm ready to share if anyone cares to read:

I realized something today. I guess deep down I thought I was a special person, as whenever I cared about someone who was broken, I could somehow fix them. At least make them happier. It has happened many times but it never lasted. I saw this as a failure on my part, yet I persevered. I have kept trying, in my own way, to make that difference.

Today, I realized that I am not so special and that I cannot fix everything. It came upon me like a brick, yet somehow, a relief. After the initial blow, when the brick dust cleared, I felt that measure of relief. That doesn’t mean I will become callous, especially to those I care about. It means something I don’t yet understand. I will figure it out with time, I guess. But even if I don’t, I will appreciate the revelation as what it is: the inner realization of a truth. (1/31/18)

and then:

Today I feel like a spectator in my life, helpless to make things happen or cease to happen. I know it’s not the truth, but it feels this way and I feel wrapped in a film or veil of some kind. I can’t even seem to focus on my writing much. It dwindles like my spirit. I am the only one it effects, of course, but that is enough. (5/13/18)


Lots of thoughts in a busy mind, as you see. They come and go, you see, like the ones I've loved and lost. My heart is heavy and I need to sleep. It's the only safe place to hide from all this reality.

I am trying to return to deviant art, but it might be slow. Forgive me for not being supportive, my friends. I will try to do better. :heart:

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As a PS, I want to dedicate my complete broken heart to Sherb, who died yesterday.
I will miss you, little man. Broken Heart Emoji 

Sherb by EvilScarrlett




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I AM the strange and unusual. I like writing poems, stories,
drawing, sewing and painting. I also like to decorate and repair my home when I have time. I work with customer service as a pharmacy claims advocate (I help pharmacies I'm contracted with to solve problems) I have 3 wonderful cats. I love dragons, crows and ravens as much as cats. I love all animals, especially to draw. I like to draw made up people too- like characters from my stories.
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:iconalpanu:
Alpanu Featured By Owner 1 hour ago  Hobbyist Writer
:tighthug: Happy birthday Mel.
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:iconevilscarrlett:
EvilScarrlett Featured By Owner 47 minutes ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks so much!!
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maratha4 Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2017
Thank you for faving my Boromir 2Hug 
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EvilScarrlett Featured By Owner Nov 22, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
you're welcome. He is beautiful :D
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maratha4 Featured By Owner Nov 22, 2017
Thank youLa la la la 
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:iconevilscarrlett:
EvilScarrlett Featured By Owner Nov 24, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
you're welcome :)
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RJBG Featured By Owner Sep 22, 2017
Excellent work! Happy Birthday! ( ;
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EvilScarrlett Featured By Owner Sep 23, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
thanks so much! (to both) :D
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RJBG Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2017
your very much welcome, great work! ( ;
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EvilScarrlett Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
:)
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