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©2009 ~Verraki
:iconverraki:

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My half of what (I believe) has turned into an art trade with :iconcoreythosaurus:
(:
Zaf is pretty.
And yellow pants are cool.

Zaf is ~Coreythosaurus'

(also I am noticing a trend in my art lately. "Oh, boring white background? LET'S SLAP ON SOME WATERCOLORS.")

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:iconcoreythosaurus:
Yellow looks way better on Zaf than I would have thought xD
And sjdhsdgf fg I love you you draw her hair and how you colored the pants and all that jazz.
Ahhhhh i gott'a get to drawing Phenom now C:
:iconverraki:
Same. xD

D'aw, thank you, I'm glad you like it. <3

'kay. 8DD

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"tempus fugit, tempus frangit."
:iconpoeticretellings:
looking at this now,
i'm thinking she looks way less like a raver than before...
idk.

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What shall we do, all of us? All of us passionate girls who fear crushing the boys we love with our mouths like caverns of teeth, our mushrooming brains, our watermelon hearts?
:iconkittiekool:
ahhh shit I love her pants so much it hurts.
especially like, the curves and the FOLDS and just YUM.
I CAN TELL YOU KNOW HOW JEANS WORK, MR. SARAH.

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I'm so artistic I bleed stickers.
:iconverraki:
idk either. ):

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"tempus fugit, tempus frangit."
:iconverraki:
LET'S GET YOU A PAIR OF YELLOW PANTS, THEN.

tee hee, thank you. x3
I like folds.
Shading them is a bitch tho'.

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"tempus fugit, tempus frangit."
:iconai-orikasa:
I like the water coloury backgrounds. c: There pretty.
As is the shading of the pants.

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It was patience that we had and the miles we had left that held us there until we could let go. I was born in nineteen eighty-nine, and it'll be over soon. No moon children or people's sun, or ringing in my ears when I felt that awful news.
:iconverraki:
Thank you darling! x3
(for the fave too)

The pants were fun, man.

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"tempus fugit, tempus frangit."
:iconai-orikasa:
Your welcome. :blowkiss:

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It was patience that we had and the miles we had left that held us there until we could let go. I was born in nineteen eighty-nine, and it'll be over soon. No moon children or people's sun, or ringing in my ears when I felt that awful news.

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