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- Deviant for 13 years
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hi im tttooo happy and I hope people are enjoying my art(if not please lave suggestions)!I apologies for my spelling (>.<) and hope you enjoy my profile(^_O)!!
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Favourite genre of music: rock
Favourite style of art: that i like drawing in? experimenting
MP3 player of choice: dont have one
Wallpaper of choice: currently homestuck
Skin of choice: green!
Favourite cartoon character: it changes currently Karkat
Personal Quote: just fuge it
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It was the middle of the night inside the old living room, where two men sat in front of a chimney. One of them was in a robe with a glass of whiskey while the other was rubbing his eyes tiredly. A bear rug wass beneath them as the fire was cracking.
so they’re both narrators that would actually be fun so they fight over it sometimes. Or were you thinking dirk and Dave?)
”which one should I start with?”mused one flipping Thou the pages contemplative. “ I don’t know why we have to start this shit so late I mean we could read just as good in the day” the other tired or looking one complained. he was a bit tired and the warm fire set made him even more so.
(i’m kind of leaving it bag so we can do whatever you were thinking with it)
(I was thinking Scratch and Dirk)
"oh don't be classless, everyone knows that reading is done in the comforts of a drawing room with a good drink and a fireplace" said one of them sipping down his glass of whiskey "we are not in some hosting TV show!!, nobody sees this" said Dirk groaning "look there is two young ladies who wants to read this way so we may as well oblige like the perfect hosts we outta be....me more than you" said Scratch
Dirk qirks an eyebrow “you say that like being a host to two werdos we can’t even see means anything“ . ”you know it duse. Thou I’d think it’s only comen sense to be a good host to two lady’s but then you can be qaight brutish so maybe that slipped your mind hehe that was a joke I know perfectly well it did not“. dirk looks at him unamused “whatever well then are you going to start reading or will I” dirk asks eyes glinting dangerously.
( oh them fighting would be fun)