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Send a Sonnet September is back! Let's give this a go, people!

Send a Sonnet September was created as a gateway drug for giving unconditionally. Why do we have to have days like Valentine's Day, Christmas, Thanksgiving (for you 'Mericans) where we save our celebrations for the people that we care about and not just give them love every day? Why do we need a certain day or occasion to say that you love someone? I don't get it and I feel that this challenge can help to bridge that thinking. So here we go.

Send a Sonnet September is a form challenge that focuses on other people. You get to choose a style of sonnet and send it/direct it towards someone that you like/care about/love/admire or just someone that you believe deserves some love.

The rules are simple.

:heart: Choose a sonnet and note us with your deviation.
:heart: Make sure that you link to ProjectDFC in your artist's comments and also mention the person you are directing it to and the sonnet type.
:heart: Have a wonderful time creating for the pure joy of giving.
:heart: Couldn't hurt to put a thumb of your gift on that person's page :)


Shakespearean Sonnet

The style created by William Shakespeare, this is the most commonly written and known of all sonnet styles. It features 3 quatrains and a couplet with the rhyme scheme abab/cdcd/efef/gg respectively. This is done in iambic pentameter.

Sonnet: Angels ForgetMoonbeam silhouettes fall across the ground
as the wind begins its lone lullaby
and handfuls of leaves scatter all around
while beneath the clouds, she begins to cry.
She crawls on her knees, skin scraped and red-raw
with branches and bugs caught up in her hair;
high overhead, a crow lets loose a caw
and she wishes her protection was there.
She has blood on her hands, tears in her eyes,
and an ache in her chest she can't heal,
and she screams at the sky, "I'm sick of your lies!
I want to find the safety I can feel."

But as her tears fall, she knows she was wrong;
sometimes, even angels forget to hold on.


Spenserian Sonnet

This sonnet was created and named after the English poet Edmund Spenser. It features 14 lines also but the rhyme scheme is different. It is ababbcbccdcdee or abab/bcbc/cdcd/ee. This form strictly adheres to the use of iambic pentameter.

Sonnet 1I never did think the sun that shone bright
would set so soon over that distant land;
he was once there showering me with light
and always lent to me a helping hand.
My riant, dreamless life now turned to sand,
I ne’er thought there could be some other way
I would be able to forever band
with another man in a distant day.
Yet I know this as not truth ‘cause I say
my eyes have been turned towards the cold sky,
where the sun did travel every day,
and they now behold a desired tie;
feast your eyes upon the beautiful moon
whose cool radiance is a lovely boon.


Petrarchan Sonnet

This is commonly known as the Italian sonnet and it employs a similar structural technique as the sedoka does in Japanese poetry in that it has two separate parts: A problem or proposition and a resolution or answer. The first half or octave is two quatrains with the rhyme scheme abab/abab and the resolution is a sestet or two tercets  which can be cde/cde or cdc/cdc or even cdc/dcd. This one is strictly iambic pentameter.

sonnet confessionalnear four decades past, when i was a boy,
i began to hear muse's siren song.
though into the word sea i plunged head-long,
strange fish swam there which i strove to avoid;
fam'lies and orders of classical styles,
each rigid and gaunt in its carapace,
offered challenges i refused to face.
shut of them, i blazed my trail through the wild.
my grim refusals have mellowed with time,
though about writing i am still manic.
when both meter and rhyme are drawn in fine,
the process for me is still galvanic;
even when the structure is crystalline,
to me poetry remains organic.


:new: Bilbian Sonnet :new:

This new sonnet form was created by our very own deinktvis. His tutorial is below.

bilbian sonnet tutorialthe bilbian (my last name is bilbee... what else would i call it?) sonnet came about on my bike ride home last night. i had the first and last line of the first stanza of the example below in my head and realized they were in iambic pentameter and that got the ball rolling...sorry, guys.
the rundown:
first off, it IS in iambic pentameter with a total of 14 lines... but that is the easy part.
the first and last lines of the first stanza have 2 seperate rhymes in common: one at the fifth syllable and one at the tenth. not only that, they should not so much refrain as echo one another.
a similar echo effect should appear in the third and sixth lines of the first stanza.
the last line of the second stanza is constructed by refraining the first five syllables of the first line in the first stanza and the last five syllables from the last line in the first stanza.
there should also be a haibun-type relationship between the stanzas, with the second expanding or extrapolating on the theme


And his example is here:

sharadigm piftyes it grows colder, but it's not yet cold.
not just the season, but the climate shifts
through cycles, decades and ages untold.
most of time's hands move at scales we can't see,
but great and small speak through corollary;
my cycles, decades and stages unfold.
i see my impairments, i see my gifts;
yes i grow older, but i'm not yet old.
the world's a mess, though our fortune's not sold;
we may still outlive the death of our sun.
our final telling needn't be tragic;
the highest science seems like it's magic.
our race is not over, it's just begun;
yes it grows colder, but i'm not yet old.



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I hate to waste more words on you
But tears dictate I must,
Your upbeat voice has bored right through
And rendered me to dust,
You know the pain that you inflict
As happily leave me derelict,
You know the pain,
You know the pain,
Smiling as my throat constricts.

I hate to waste more words on you
But damn it, I was free!
I stepped away and quickly grew
Devoid of cruelty,
Yet now you stand and stretch your hand,
Pretending that you understand,
Yet now you stand
Yet now you stand,
With webs of malice-wrought demands.

I hate to waste more words on you
But you are in my head,
At times, I see the truth - you knew!
You saw each time I bled,
While others saw you tend my wounds
I felt the poison claw; consume,
While others saw
While others saw
No sign that you had marked my doom.

I shall not waste more words on you
Cause I have won this war,
I may be crying in my room
But that was not before,
I fought to live and to survive,
I’ve worked to flourish – I’m alive!
I fought to live,
I fought to live,
Without you, I will finally thrive.
Thrive
C-PTSD has been worse of late. I needed to write this. Classically, it isn't my best work but I feel like it allowed me to spill out all of the feelings and thoughts that have hounded me all week.

It is done in the form of the Trijan Refrain.

Thank you for reading,

Love Sam
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The whispers were deafening, their feathery voices chafing her mind like sandpaper. “Without us, you are nothing. You have no one” they repeated, intermittent cackles causing tears to erupt from bloodshot eyes and fingers to clutch at freshly clawed skin.

“Please, just leave. Just leave or I’ll make you.”

“Hahaha good luck with that, child. We see everything and know all. You can’t simply flip a switch to eliminate our presence”

“I can try” she said and closed her eyes.

__________________________________________________________________________________________________


Years of academia and social anxiety had led Petra to join The Fellowship in her first doctoral year at college. It was a think tank of brilliant minds coming together to work towards global inter-connected consciousness, and it had looked promising.

That is, until people started disappearing, their offices cleaned out and no mention was made of them bar “We didn’t have the resources to keep them on board” or “They transferred to another program”. These explanations seemed innocuous enough and she barely spared them a thought until the day she found something odd in the Central Cortex – the memories of one of her interns scattered, fragmented and dispersed within the programming, as if his soul had been shattered and added to the databanks.

4 months prior, his little cubicle beside hers had been cleared and she was told his family couldn’t pay for his education anymore so he’d gone to be a farm boy in Illinois. Her heart had broken a little because he’d been one of the most dedicated and earnest students she’d ever known and losing him shook her in a way that none of the others had. It made absolutely no sense at the time, and this discovery, while completely baffling, offered far more logic than him dropping out.

So Petra had set to work, re-linking memories and de-fragmenting remnants of Max’s life, piece by piece. As she committed every day and waking moment to assembling her friend’s world, the brass believed she was getting closer to uncovering the encryption and frequency to unlock large scale telepathy and shared consciousness. And they could believe this however long they wanted to.

6 months passed and as Max reached completion, Petra took a moment to examine other parts of the Cortex mainframe. There were inconsistencies, patches of blank data or scrubbed images; holes within the machine’s memory. Some were useless files with unobtrusive errors, but there were others with more blatant disintegration. This was more than corrupted data and far more than accidental stumbling. The Cortex was being rewritten. To be safe, Petra moved Max’s files to a hidden Cortex file site, and under the cover of darkness, she reawakened the ghost of a friend.

“Please don’t make me do this. I don’t want to do this. I just want to go. Please let me go. I can’t feel anything. Please! Just… stop. Just… go. “ Max’s voice hit her headphones in a flurry of sobs.

“Max? Are you there? Can you hear me, Max? It’s Petra.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong, why are you doing this? Why?”

“Max? Can you hear me Max? I’m here, I’ve got you.”

“No Doctor Stern, this isn’t what I signed up for! I joined to be a part of something bigger, something important. I don’t want… this. Please don’t do this. Please.” Max’s voice grew softer as a video file popped up.

Her superiors Doctors Gregor Stern and Larry Gentry, busied themselves with the Cortex, attaching wires to Max.
“Thank you son, you’ve done us a great service” said Dr Gentry, a broad smile erupting under his dark moustache. “You, as many before you, get to be immortalised in a consciousness that is far greater than we could have ever imagined. It is a vast network of minds and it will be how we all communicate into the twenty-second century! All innovation comes at a price but this is why we chose a clever country boy with very little in the way of family, friends or prospects. Do you have anything else to say before we begin the transference?”

“Yes I do. Good fucking luck running the consciousness with a fragmented base. I won’t let you make this a reality. And Petra, I’m so sorry”


“MAAAX! NOOOO!” Petra screamed into nowhere and smashed her fist into her metal desk, eyes swimming.

Whispers flooded her headphones, thousands of voices speaking softly and quickly over the top of each other. She could barely make out a single word until one voice separated itself from the ramblings.

“One can’t destroy many minds. One mind can only separate the many. Divide and the conscious dissipates into dust and fragmented thought“ the stranger said, his voice gentle and kind. “Like any technology, this consciousness can be deemed a tool or a weapon, depending on what side of it you’re facing and what part of history you’re playing. Tools in and of themselves, are not the problem; the responsibility lies with those who wield them. Therefore, Dr Fairwell, you have a choice. You can spend your life defending the corruption of this tool from those who wish to use it for malicious control and destructive ends or you can destroy it, knowing full well that this technology will come into fruition again one day, maybe even tomorrow. Make the choice and we shall see about its conclusion.”

“If I disabled the framework and disappeared, Stern and Gentry would never stop hunting me, would they?”


“No. We wouldn’t.” Stern said as he came up behind Petra, dragging her from the desk in a chokehold. Touching his temple briefly, he whispered “Come now, we have a job to do.”



Petra woke achy and feverish, her eyes clouded and skin clammy. Strands of hair stuck to her face but she couldn’t brush them off as her arms were tied to the aluminium gurney below her. She could reach her legs and she gasped as she noticed the deep scratches in her thighs, beside bloodied fingertips.

“Ahh she’s with us, time to begin transference, don’t you think Larry?” Stern sneered as Gentry moved to place little metal dots all down her body, pausing to place a small blue steel crown over her head.


The room suddenly became cacophonous. Petra screamed and bit her lip as the whispers burrowed through her psyche from the inside out.

“It’s time for you to join the network, Petra. I’m sorry but we can’t lose this project. We’ve invested far too much to allow it to be corrupted or stolen by someone who can’t see its true worth. The internet is nothing compared to the Cortex, its reach will be inescapable and wrought with power. Nothing could compare to the realised vision of shared consciousness, and the subsequent wealth of those who control said consciousness.“ said Stern as he looked back at her from the Cortex controls.

“I won’t let this exist in a controllable form. I won’t.”

“You don’t have a choice, Petra. It is bigger than all of us” said Gentry. “Sleep now, Dr Fairwell.”

_________________________________________________________________________________________________


The whispers were deafening, their feathery voices chafing her mind like sandpaper. “Without us, you are nothing. You have no one” they repeated, intermittent cackles causing tears to erupt from bloodshot eyes and fingers to clutch at freshly clawed skin.

“Please, just leave. Just leave or I’ll make you.”

“Hahaha good luck with that, child. We see everything and know all. You can’t simply flip a switch to eliminate our presence”

“I can try” she said and closed her eyes.

A single voice cried out through the noise, his gentle timbre uttering only one word: “Be”.

And Petra became. The Consciousness they’d created together had no central spirit. It was a tool and a weapon thus both constructive and destructive. However, it could only be manipulated if it remained mindless.

As Petra left her fragile body, she felt the water flow down her cheeks as warmth gave way to chilled neutrality.

No one would hold the Consciousness, for the Consciousness was her.


And she was uncontrollable.
Hey everyone. I realised that over the course of this year, I have had the privilege to be a part of a few different lit events here on dA. As they are starting to build more and more, I thought I'd share a couple with you.

theWrittenRevolution posts lots of helpful journals, including their recent series dubbed the "Mentorship Project". I was lucky enough to be asked to participate and here are the articles.

To Rhyme or Not To Rhyme?
tWR Interviews: To Rhyme Or Not To Rhyme?Hello everyone, and welcome to another chapter of our "tWR Interviews", where we interview experienced writers of our community about the art of writing
If you're reading, please favourite+fav the article and share it so we can spread this amazing resource around!
First of all, let me say that the writers we are interviewing today, kiwi-damnation, williamszm and now Nichrysalis, are incredible. I have so much respect for their skills. :worship:
Secondly, one mysterious deviant is still missing from the interview, so stay tuned for when this will be updated because they're quite worth your while too. :heart:
And thirdly, we have a small appearance by the lovely jade-pandora. (:
Previous tWR Interviews: On WritingPros

 
Fixed Form Poetry
tWR Interviews: Fixed Form PoetryHello everyone, and welcome to our "tWR Interviews", where we interview experienced writers of our community about the art of writing
If you're reading, please favourite+fav and share the article so we can spread this amazing resource around!
For this round we've interviewed some of our community's best fixed form poets: Parsat, Vigilo, HaveTales-WillTell, williamszm and kiwi-damnation
If you want to get some more educational reading, here are the other interviews we've released so far:On WritingProse and Poetry BasicsTo Rhyme Or Not To Rhyme?


Vocab, Narrative Voice and POV
tWR Interviews:Vocabulary, Narrative Voice and POVHello everyone, and welcome to our "tWR Interviews", where we interview experienced writers of our community about the art of writing
If you're reading, please favourite+fav and share the article so we can spread this amazing resource around!
Today we're interviewing our Carmalain7 and Vigilo, plus williamszm, kiwi-damnation and jade-pandora on vocabulary building for poetry, and raspil and Memnalar on narrative voice and POV(point of view) for prose!
If you want to get some more educational reading, here are the other interviews we've released so far:On WritingProse and Poetry Basics


Poetic Prose
tWR Interviews: Poetic ProseHello everyone, and welcome to our "tWR Interviews", where we interview experienced writers of our community about the art of writing
If you're reading, please favourite+fav and share the article so we can spread this amazing resource around!
We literally have tons of people helping for this interview, since our article stockpile for it was rather small: SilverInkblot, jade-pandora, kiwi-damnation, thetaoofchaos, illuminara, LiliWrites, neurotype, julietcaesar, LadyLincoln, raspil and me (TheMaidenInBlack) will tell you abour poetic prose!
If you want to get some more educational reading, here are the other interviews we've released so far:On WritingProse and Poetry Basics


And Fave Genres
tWR Interviews: What's Your Favourite Genre?Hello everyone, and welcome to our "tWR Interviews", where we interview experienced writers of our community about the art of writing
If you're reading, please favourite+fav and share the article so we can spread this amazing resource around!
In this article, we asked a few deviants during the Mentorship Project, as we went, about their favourite genre to write in and what makes it special. A shout-out goes to jade-pandora and RetroZombie who are giving us a treasure chest full of information regarding Eastern poetry (that will come in a separate article in a few days' time), and to mirz-alt for her wisdom regarding sci-fi and superhero fiction!
If you want to get some more educational reading, here are the other interviews we've released so far:On Writing


I know, I know, this is a lot of self-indulgent sharing. I just thought that you should check these out for the other artists listed too. For example, TheMaidenInBlack is an incredible artist. You should all check out what she has to offer.
Here are five of her pieces:

We Move LightlyWe move in circles
of light.
Music brings us around
in eternal choruses
synchronising at last even
our voices.
We could never sit
down to take in
the romantic ride.
We were one of the moving
lights, ephemeral
and brief instants
etched in pictures,
but never of us.
And I don't remember until,
looking back at you,
all the lights and music
choruses and memories
in your eyes, your ruffled
hair -
I hurry first out of the
ferris wheel so I can catch
the beauty your happiness is.
   SymbolsI cut my hair last Summer.
With the biggest and scariest pair of scissors I could find, so sharp that they were used to cut bones and I feared I may accidentally cut a void in the space-time continuum with them.
I jerked my head back, almost defiantly.
I was ready.
Silly of me to think that getting rid of most of that hair I loved so much would rid me of shame as well.
My hair was the beauty I didn't deserve to have.
Every tiny curl enclosed the fingers of the ghost of my actions and I dreaded the idea of confronting them.
Every strand, when lighted by the Sun, reminded me of my pitiful self and how it wasn't worth to be reflected by a mirror.
But unforgiving, the silver surface would tell me.
It's a beauty you don't deserve to have.
I saw it fall round my feet, felt the weight abandon my head as it died on the welcoming floor.
I saw the beauty collapse and cripple as if charred to the core.
I saw the light bleed from it all like a river of tears.
And still the weight of shame would be
 At the end of the day... by TheMaidenInBlack   Old Gone Reflection
Weightless mantle, just a phantom  
Of my identity, forgotten ransom
Of long dead personas, sweetest grimace
Of sedated illusions,  the hint of solace -
Old gone reflection, you were so handsome.
  A Tryst Will Tame My Soul
And I see you approaching silent
Wearing such a coat of mist
That it draws on you the stance
Of a charming, long-lost dance.
Every night I wait and wait
For smiles of you, I hope and hope
Yet again I feel Sir Fear
Rising in my heart a tear.
For you are the one I love
But I yet can't say I know you
And still whispers in my ear
Oh this old ghost that is Fear.
As the Fox and Little Prince
Getting nearer everyday
Will I let my skin be caressed
By your touch that love has blessed?
Until when no more this ghost
Shall be haunting our woods
That then blind to human whining
Will just see these souls entwining.


Please have a look at all of these. They are wonderful.


In other news, I have become an admin in two groups in the past 2 months. The first, Multhaiku, because they wanted to borrow JJJ and I liked helping out and Authors-Club because I thought, "Why not?".


I really want to become more and more involved in our beautiful community of writers. If any of you need anything, I am here to help.

Love and Light everyone,


Love Sammy :heart:
Send a Sonnet September Stamp by HugQueen Send a Sonnet September Stamp by HugQueen Send a Sonnet September Stamp by HugQueen Send a Sonnet September Stamp by HugQueen

Send a Sonnet September is back! Let's give this a go, people!

Send a Sonnet September was created as a gateway drug for giving unconditionally. Why do we have to have days like Valentine's Day, Christmas, Thanksgiving (for you 'Mericans) where we save our celebrations for the people that we care about and not just give them love every day? Why do we need a certain day or occasion to say that you love someone? I don't get it and I feel that this challenge can help to bridge that thinking. So here we go.

Send a Sonnet September is a form challenge that focuses on other people. You get to choose a style of sonnet and send it/direct it towards someone that you like/care about/love/admire or just someone that you believe deserves some love.

The rules are simple.

:heart: Choose a sonnet and note us with your deviation.
:heart: Make sure that you link to ProjectDFC in your artist's comments and also mention the person you are directing it to and the sonnet type.
:heart: Have a wonderful time creating for the pure joy of giving.
:heart: Couldn't hurt to put a thumb of your gift on that person's page :)


Shakespearean Sonnet

The style created by William Shakespeare, this is the most commonly written and known of all sonnet styles. It features 3 quatrains and a couplet with the rhyme scheme abab/cdcd/efef/gg respectively. This is done in iambic pentameter.

Sonnet: Angels ForgetMoonbeam silhouettes fall across the ground
as the wind begins its lone lullaby
and handfuls of leaves scatter all around
while beneath the clouds, she begins to cry.
She crawls on her knees, skin scraped and red-raw
with branches and bugs caught up in her hair;
high overhead, a crow lets loose a caw
and she wishes her protection was there.
She has blood on her hands, tears in her eyes,
and an ache in her chest she can't heal,
and she screams at the sky, "I'm sick of your lies!
I want to find the safety I can feel."

But as her tears fall, she knows she was wrong;
sometimes, even angels forget to hold on.


Spenserian Sonnet

This sonnet was created and named after the English poet Edmund Spenser. It features 14 lines also but the rhyme scheme is different. It is ababbcbccdcdee or abab/bcbc/cdcd/ee. This form strictly adheres to the use of iambic pentameter.

Sonnet 1I never did think the sun that shone bright
would set so soon over that distant land;
he was once there showering me with light
and always lent to me a helping hand.
My riant, dreamless life now turned to sand,
I ne’er thought there could be some other way
I would be able to forever band
with another man in a distant day.
Yet I know this as not truth ‘cause I say
my eyes have been turned towards the cold sky,
where the sun did travel every day,
and they now behold a desired tie;
feast your eyes upon the beautiful moon
whose cool radiance is a lovely boon.


Petrarchan Sonnet

This is commonly known as the Italian sonnet and it employs a similar structural technique as the sedoka does in Japanese poetry in that it has two separate parts: A problem or proposition and a resolution or answer. The first half or octave is two quatrains with the rhyme scheme abab/abab and the resolution is a sestet or two tercets  which can be cde/cde or cdc/cdc or even cdc/dcd. This one is strictly iambic pentameter.

sonnet confessionalnear four decades past, when i was a boy,
i began to hear muse's siren song.
though into the word sea i plunged head-long,
strange fish swam there which i strove to avoid;
fam'lies and orders of classical styles,
each rigid and gaunt in its carapace,
offered challenges i refused to face.
shut of them, i blazed my trail through the wild.
my grim refusals have mellowed with time,
though about writing i am still manic.
when both meter and rhyme are drawn in fine,
the process for me is still galvanic;
even when the structure is crystalline,
to me poetry remains organic.


:new: Bilbian Sonnet :new:

This new sonnet form was created by our very own deinktvis. His tutorial is below.

bilbian sonnet tutorialthe bilbian (my last name is bilbee... what else would i call it?) sonnet came about on my bike ride home last night. i had the first and last line of the first stanza of the example below in my head and realized they were in iambic pentameter and that got the ball rolling...sorry, guys.
the rundown:
first off, it IS in iambic pentameter with a total of 14 lines... but that is the easy part.
the first and last lines of the first stanza have 2 seperate rhymes in common: one at the fifth syllable and one at the tenth. not only that, they should not so much refrain as echo one another.
a similar echo effect should appear in the third and sixth lines of the first stanza.
the last line of the second stanza is constructed by refraining the first five syllables of the first line in the first stanza and the last five syllables from the last line in the first stanza.
there should also be a haibun-type relationship between the stanzas, with the second expanding or extrapolating on the theme


And his example is here:

sharadigm piftyes it grows colder, but it's not yet cold.
not just the season, but the climate shifts
through cycles, decades and ages untold.
most of time's hands move at scales we can't see,
but great and small speak through corollary;
my cycles, decades and stages unfold.
i see my impairments, i see my gifts;
yes i grow older, but i'm not yet old.
the world's a mess, though our fortune's not sold;
we may still outlive the death of our sun.
our final telling needn't be tragic;
the highest science seems like it's magic.
our race is not over, it's just begun;
yes it grows colder, but i'm not yet old.



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Hey guys! I'm Sam a.k.a kiwi-damnation.

I am a massage therapist by day and artist by night. I love to create in many different ways and especially enjoy the incredible world of fixed form poetry. I run a group ProjectDFC devoted to preserving the art of fixed form poetry and bringing you all along for the ride.

Seriously though, I love dA and all it represents and I look forward to reading/gazing upon all of your art. You all amaze me. Thank you for the privilege of sharing this journey with you.

Aaaaand you can find my photography on kiwi-damnation-stock

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kiwi-damnation Featured By Owner 5 days ago   Writer
Nawww :D So are you :D
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jade-pandora Featured By Owner 3 days ago
:giggle: ahh, just for that, IMA WATCH YOU NOW! :glomp:
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kiwi-damnation Featured By Owner 3 days ago   Writer
:glomp: YUS! My evil plans are working :evillaugh: no but serious, iloveyou :heart:
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fastrack101 Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2015  New Deviant Student Writer
Thanks for the llama!
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kiwi-damnation Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2015   Writer
Welcome :)
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fastrack101 Featured By Owner Edited Aug 25, 2015  New Deviant Student Writer
:) :happybounce: hey, I just wrote my first poem-type thing and I was wondering if you could check it out. You're a really good writer and i would appreciate the advice. 😁
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kiwi-damnation Featured By Owner Aug 27, 2015   Writer
Send me a link and I will.
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MistressofQuills Featured By Owner Aug 24, 2015  Student Writer
Thank you for the favourite!:D
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kiwi-damnation Featured By Owner Aug 24, 2015   Writer
You're welcome :)
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MistressofQuills Featured By Owner Aug 26, 2015  Student Writer
:heart:
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Forever-Eve Featured By Owner Aug 20, 2015  Student Writer
I thought I'd stop by and say hello, and happened about your beautiful webcam over there.
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