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Soaring out of control (Gligar tf)
Branches snapped. Grass shook. A shadow stumbled by.  Behind him, there were the shouts of men. He mustn’t let them catch him. How did it get like this?
Doug was a thin looking person. He was 18 and about 5’ 10” and had tannish skin and black hair. Modest, looking for work. Right now, he was strolling on the sidewalk wondering what to do. His girlfriend had just booted him out of her apartment, after leaving him for an older, richer guy. Homeless and hungry, he couldn’t go back to his parents, especially because of how critical they would be after learning how he lost his job working for a Pokemon center. Free healthcare doesn’t pay that well.
Doug stopped when he heard distant chatter. It came from the park. He jogged over to see a group of people around a truck with cages nearby. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the local Pokemon Rescue was showing people what they do and letting kids get close looks at Pokemon being prepped to be released into t
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Sniveling Snivy (Pokemon tf)
“What should we do with her?” Ellie sighed. “Maybe send her away to camp until she learns? I mean, we’ve tried everything, punishments, rewards, love. She is our daughter, but she is getting really difficult to handle.” John replied. They were talking about their daughter Lydia. She had short brown hair, pale skin, and was about four feet tall. The little nine-year-old was sour and bratty about almost everything, disobeyed at every possible chance, and as a result, had zero friends.
Lydia overheard the conversation. “Get rid of me eh?” she thought to herself. “You can’t do that if I’m already gone!” She scampered off to her bedroom, waited until midnight and snuck through the window carrying only the clothes on her back, a precious family quilt, and a bag of sweets she nabbed from the pantry.
Sunlight filtered through the trees. A Poochyena had gotten up early to find the best berries to scarf and map out the Rattata den
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A walk in the rain (Goodra TF)
Sunny week they said. Heh, Nope.
All week it rained. And it rained hard. Every once and awhile​ it would stop, at most an hour at a time. Creeks flooded, the near-constant rain eroded divots in the ground.
Edguardo was walking home, enjoying the rain. It had lightened​ up a little, no longer pounding, more of a drizzle. He was about 6 feet tall, brownish skin, and pale gray hair.
Honestly, it’s not that he enjoyed being soaked, but the rain was peaceful and calming. After he entered the shade of the trees, Edguardo could only hear a light pitter-patter of the rain on the leaves and dirt.  
Have you ever stepped into a puddle that turned out to be deeper than expected? Sucks doesn’t it?  
Edguardo studied the ground while he listened to the ambiance. An especially oily puddle caught his eye. Shiny purple swirled with streaks of blue in the water. It seemed a bit… thick. “Oh well.” He thought, as he used his boot to swish the tainted wa
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Twist Fate 2016 contest submission (no title)
 
    There are several types of stories that one like you might be familiar with. This is not one of those. ..Well, it might be. I honestly don’t know what people read these days. Let’s start with the setting, shall we?
     A well forested area, shallowing out into a good sized village. The name of the village isn’t that important, but if you must know, let’s call it Forestside. Nothing special really happened there on a daily basis, but every place has a little something to make it differ from others. But that’s beside the point. I reside in the forest. The only people that come out here are the woodcutters, merchants, and the occasional poet. However, I live there. In a cave beneath an old oak. If you first approach it, it may look more like a burrow to you, but that’s just the entrance.
    If I did not mention it before, I am a dragon. But not one of those huge, menacing drag
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It was a pretty rough time for Paul. His wife just left him for a rich gourmet chef, and his resume was rejected from a restaurant in town. All he had now was a small cabin in the forest and his cooking skills.

Paul was around six feet tall, had deeply tanned skin, and a rather solemn expression is what showed most of the time upon his face. Now he had a reason to look that way.

After his divorce, he went into quite a state. After coming back from the bar, he stayed up late at night, trying to hone his cooking skills and technique, so he could at least feel better about himself.

Making his way home one night, he saw on his doorstep, a silken black bag. As Paul stooped down to pick it up, he could have sworn he heard a faint chuckle.

He stumbled into his house and made his way over to his countertop. As he plopped the bag down on the hard surface, the contents clacked together. Upon opening it, Paul found about a dozen chestnuts. The first thing that came to mind was “cook that shit up with some of that good ass butter.”

He heated up the pan, took out some butter, plopped it in, marked the nuts with a knife, and set them to cook. Meanwhile, Paul sat down in his seat and popped out his liquor flask.


Done? Maybe?  Smelled like it.
Paul sat up and went over to the stove. He dumped the chestnuts into a bowl and smacked them with his mallet until they broke apart. He picked up a few of the pieces. Something in his mind was telling him that he wasn’t preparing these correctly, but he was too drunk to figure out what.
He popped the piece into his mouth. It was bitter. He clearly messed up. Oh well. Nuthin' like some stock to wash it down. Paul took another swig from his flask.


Paul woke up two hours later, around midnight. He felt funny.
He sat up. He was on the hardwood floor of his bedroom. Someone must have carried him there. There was a faint smell of propane in the air.

Paul looked at his hands. They were… brown? Maybe he was just seeing things.
“God, this awful headache,” he groaned. “I didn’t think I would get hungover so fast.”  It felt as if there were spikes poking through his skull.

Paul got to his feet. At least he thought he did. Everything seemed the same height as it was when he was sitting. He looked at his feet. His toes had been replaced with two long claws on each foot. His legs had shortened into small stumps.

Paul looked at his hands again. Still brown, but now his fingers had melded together, forming three-fingered paws.

“What.”

Paul started to make his way for the bathroom. He could look at himself in the mirror there. He drug himself out from under his now oversized clothing and scampered to the door.
Everything in his house was a lot bigger than before. When he looked up at the table, his head fell back, as if there was a thick, hard shell growing there. Unready for the weight, Paul lost his balance and his head hit the floor. He flinched, but then realized it didn’t hurt at all.

As he sat up, Paul looked at his chest. It was covered in light brown fur, from his chin all the way to his new feet.

“This is one hell of a dream,” he muttered to himself.

Paul finally made it to the bathroom. The counter was way above his head. He let out a deep sigh as he clambered on top of the toilet and heaved himself into the counter.
Paul was now standing in front of the mirror. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

He looked like, no, WAS a chespin!

There were large quills poking out of his head, the top of which was colored a light green. The green covered the back of his head as well, and stopped at his chin. Paul raised his 'paw' up to touch it. It was hard like wood. Probably because it was wood.

He now had black, round eyes, an orange nose,  orange-tipped tail, and his two front teeth were now huge, perfect for chewing off the caps of the beer he sure is going to need to cope with all this.

Paul backed away from the mirror and tumbled off the counter. He may now have a thick helmet on, but hitting the ground sure didn’t help with his hangover.

The smell of propane was strong now.


A realization dawned upon Paul.
“Shit.”

He had left the stove on.

There was no hope of him trying to turn off the gas, as he has far too short. All he could do was get a safe distance from this home, and watch the incoming catastrophe.
Paul booked it out of the bathroom. He skidded along the kitchen floor, and soon enough faced his final challenge. The door.

Panic raced through his mind as the propane made him feel woozy. Out of desperation, he kicked the door as hard as he could. His new claws tore through it like a steel pole impaling rotting plywood. This giving Paul new hope, he kicked it again, then used his new teeth to tear out chunks to make the hole wide enough to squeeze through.

Once on the other side, Paul made a break for the safety of the trees. He stumbled upon a piling of rocks, similar to a den.
“Well, it’s better cover than trees-“

FWOOM!
He spun around. His old home was engulfed in flames.

Too exhausted to cry out, the former human collapsed onto the den floor. Sleep over took him within seconds.



Paul awoke. Dusk had fallen by now.
He observed his surroundings. There was still light coming from the smoldering remains of his cabin.

A silhouette moved through the trees toward him. Paul only noticed when he heard a growl and turned to face a pair of fiery eyes.
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Branches snapped. Grass shook. A shadow stumbled by.  Behind him, there were the shouts of men. He mustn’t let them catch him. How did it get like this?


Doug was a thin looking person. He was 18 and about 5’ 10” and had tannish skin and black hair. Modest, looking for work. Right now, he was strolling on the sidewalk wondering what to do. His girlfriend had just booted him out of her apartment, after leaving him for an older, richer guy. Homeless and hungry, he couldn’t go back to his parents, especially because of how critical they would be after learning how he lost his job working for a Pokemon center. Free healthcare doesn’t pay that well.

Doug stopped when he heard distant chatter. It came from the park. He jogged over to see a group of people around a truck with cages nearby. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the local Pokemon Rescue was showing people what they do and letting kids get close looks at Pokemon being prepped to be released into the wild again. Maybe he could get a job working with them!
Doug approached the group briskly. The Ranger had just held up another cage containing a restless gligar.

“This one is female,” the ranger explained. “We found her flopped over a log after some poachers had clipped off the barb on her tail. We call her Cecilia.” She took the gligar out carefully and it sat on her arm.

Doug had just made his way to the back of the crowd. The ranger spotted the newcomer and yelled. “Hey you! How would you like to hold a pokemon?”

“M-me?” he stuttered.

“Yes you! Come on up here!”

Doug shuffled through the crowd. Once up front, he whispered to the ranger, “I just came to see if I could get a job working here-“

“Well of course! We would love it if new young people took interest in helping out! We can talk about this later. Here, would you like to hold little Cecilia?”

She thrust the creature at him before he could object. He picked her up.
Doug was uncomfortable. “You’re a pretty girl aren’t you?”

The bat scorpion had a mischievous grin.

“Uhh, what’s with that look on it’s face- Ah!”

“Scraw!”

Cecilia leapt at him. She took him by surprise as she landed on his face and chomped down on his nose. The audience gasped.

“Ah what the crap! What she do that for?” Doug yelped as the ranger tugged the pokemon off him.

“Oh dear, she has never done that to anyone before! Here Sir, have some money to compensate and please don’t sue us!” the ranger said hurriedly.

“It’s fine it’s fine. I'll have to get used to it if I want to work here. Anyway, about that job-“ the ranger was staring at him. Or more, at his face.

“What, am I bleeding?”

“You- your fa-face.” She stuttered.

She held out a pocket mirror to him. His nose had turned purple.

“What the hell?”

The purple spread around his face and started climbing down his neck.

“Oh god don’t look at me!” Doug pushed his way through the crowd and ran for the cover of the trees. Behind him he heard the ranger call for the police.

More changed over took Doug as he ran. The rest of his skin turned purple. Then it started to harden, becoming more shell-like.

His bones and spine shrank, making him stumble through the undergrowth. Vertebrae moved down to his tailbone, and pushed out in bulbous sections, with a sharp point on the end.

Doug's hands had thickened and his fingers melded together into two sharp claws. His arms thinned, but his wrists grew until they were a bit smaller than his new claws.
By now, Doug was painstakingly crawling through the brush. His legs began to shrink. His toes melted into one talon on each foot, as the foot itself rounded to a ball.

His torso shrank and his chest felt tight as the organs compressed and rearranged. At his current size, all of Doug's clothes fell off.

Doug's hair had fallen out of his head. He also noticed his ears were gone. Well not gone, he could still hear the shouting behind him. It sounded closer, more magnified. It was then he realized his ears had reappeared on the top of his head, but they were pointy and he could make them swivel around.

Up ahead, he saw a clearing. He crawled out of the trees to the top of the hill.

It was a cliff. Cripes.

“Hullo!”

What was that?

A familiar shape swooped down next to him. Cecilia.

“What do YOU want?” Doug snapped. “You ruined my life!”

“Now time to talk right now, I need you to throw yourself over the edge.”

“Wait how can I understand you? Ah, screw it, better to die then let them catch me, who knows what would happen then,” he shuddered.

“There it is!”

Doug didn’t even bother to turn his head. The fuzz were already here.
He hurled himself over.

He fell. He could hear the wind all around him, muffling all thoughts.

“Spread your arms,” Came a whisper.

Cecilia was next to him in free fall.

He did as he was told. Not much of a choice.

The sudden stop made him breathless. He opened his eyes. A blue flap connected to his arms and legs had slowed him down greatly.

Doug was soaring. He panicked, flailing and went back to gaining speed in descent.
“Spread your arms and keep them there!” Cecilia said urgently.
“Okay okay!” he shouted. As he resumed the previous position. He went from a vertical drop to a near horizontal glide.

“I’m doing it, I’m doing it!”

“Yes, good for you- watch out!”

*Fhsssht*

Doug opened his eyes. He was draped over a branch of a tree, surrounded by leaves.

“Hay, wake up!”

He lazily turned his head. She was right there in his face.

“Hii!”

“Why did you do this to me?”

“You should be thanking me! Your previous life sucked. Your girlfriend left you, you somehow got fired from the easiest job ever, and your parents hate you!”

Doug was stunned. “How’d you know all that?”

“ I went through your wallet. The tear stains on your photos are pretty easy to figure out. Anyways, I'm going to be your new girlfriend, because you’re cute! I thought you would look cute as a pokemon though, and I was right!”

“Please turn me back,” Doug begged.

“Even if I could, I wouldn’t. You’re going to get to be my little Douglas until you realize I’m the best thing to ever happen to you! You’re going to have to stay with me if you want to survive in that new body anyhow” Cecilia chattered.

If he wanted to get anything done with this girl, he would have to stick with her. Besides, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. She does look kinda cute.
“What should we do with her?” Ellie sighed. “Maybe send her away to camp until she learns? I mean, we’ve tried everything, punishments, rewards, love. She is our daughter, but she is getting really difficult to handle.” John replied. They were talking about their daughter Lydia. She had short brown hair, pale skin, and was about four feet tall. The little nine-year-old was sour and bratty about almost everything, disobeyed at every possible chance, and as a result, had zero friends.
Lydia overheard the conversation. “Get rid of me eh?” she thought to herself. “You can’t do that if I’m already gone!” She scampered off to her bedroom, waited until midnight and snuck through the window carrying only the clothes on her back, a precious family quilt, and a bag of sweets she nabbed from the pantry.

Sunlight filtered through the trees. A Poochyena had gotten up early to find the best berries to scarf and map out the Rattata dens before they woke. The little dog was squeezing through a bush when he saw an odd-looking multi colored piece of bark. Upon further inspection, he found the bark to be soft and cushy, like a warm blanket. He could take this back to the den and show Mum! She’d be so proud of him!  

The dark pooch started to tug at the bark, and it gave easily. To his surprise, there was a little human underneath!  

Lydia had a rude awakening. Her blanket was pulled off her as a chill breeze blew over. She angrily sat up and was met with a wet dog snout in her face. Lydia jerked back and saw a Poochyena that came with the snout, holding her quilt in its mouth.
Lydia shrieked in surprise and slapped the canine across the face as hard as she could. The pokemon yelped and took off, leaving the blanket behind.  

“That'll show that mutt not to mess with me,” She growled and stood up. Her bag of candy was gone, “Probably stolen by filthy creatures over the night​.”  
Lydia wasn’t about to go begging. She had too much pride to do something like that. Instead, she snuck into houses when the owner was away, and took everything she could get a hold of. She came upon a strange looking house, sort of like a small stone castle. “Perfect”, she thought. “There’s got to be plenty of loot in here.”

Percy heard a shuffling around his house​. Unusual, visitors were hardly seen here. Humans, anyway. The warlock tried to get up, but there was a Glameow on his lap. The cat wasn’t heavy, but it takes a lot of will power to remove a lap animal. Percy slowly edged his hands under the pokemon, careful not to wake her up, stood, and put her back onto the chair. With that done, Percy shuffled through his mess of books and tomes scattered about, and made his way to one of the turrets on his home. As he peered out, he saw a little girl creeping around the back of his house.
There was no way to tell if anyone was home, as the windows weren’t on the ground floor. Lydia decided to take a risk and go inside.

It seemed much bigger on the inside. It wasn’t, but it just looked like it with the towering bookshelves. Strangely, there were also all sorts of skyways and ladders that interconnected with each other to form a sort of play area. It looked like it was for medium- small pokemon, though.
“Ugh, not another animal lover,” Lydia grunted disgustedly. She kept making her way through the maze of papers and furniture.  

She had finally made it to what looked like the living room, but there where tubes leading out of the walls from the previous area and lots of toys and small beds everywhere. Tiptoeing around the mess, Lydia  made her way to the next room. “This had better be ​the kitchen,” she thought.
*Squeak*
“Cripes.” Lydia stepped on a toy.

*Yauwn* Glameow awoke. She stood and looked around. Master had left, but the chair was still warm. The cat leapt down gracefully onto the floor.

*Squeak*

Glameow perked her ears towards the sound. It came from the living room. She stealthily padded her way to the doorway. There was an intruder! A girl sneaking around with a bag on her back and a dagger on her waist.  

“Oh well,” the cat pokemon thought. “Master probably already knows. She will get to find out what will happen if she is caught for herself.” Glameow turned around and slunk back to the chair.

*Zapp*

Lydia jumped back in surprise. A man appeared in front of her out of nowhere.
“I see you found your way into my humble home,” he said in a gentle voice. “What is it you seek?” Percy didn’t usually talk like this, he read this in a book. It had just been a long time since​ he had seen someone who wasn’t a pokemon.  
“Umm, I’m just a humble girl looking for enough food to get by, and I happened to find my way here.”

Percy knew her true intentions. “You’re here to rob me aren’t you, Lydia?”

“How did you know my name?!” she yelped.

“Magic.”

“Don’t try to be cheeky with a guest, you sack of poop!”

Percy was taken aback by this remark. “Oh well. That was expected from a girl like you. I sensed your true nature the moment you stepped into my yard. Anyways, my name is Percy, I work with magic. Spells and that kind of stuff.”

“Why would I care?”

“Well, you​ look like you’ve had it rough the past couple days. What happened?”

“My parents tried to sell me off to camp. So I ran away- wait, why am I telling you this? It’s​ none of your business!”

“Well, as an adult I guess it’s my duty to make sure you are safe. I will house you here until I can get ahold of your parents. Just tell me where they live and-”

“Screw you, I’m fine on my own!” Lydia screeched.  
“Well if you’re going to act like a snake, you might as well be one.” Percy sighed.

“Wait what?”

“Herba Serpens Mutatio!”

Lydia’s skin turned a dark green. A gold ring formed around the sides and back of her neck. A lighter shade of green appeared, starting at her chin, and flowing down her chest while the dark green spread everywhere else. Her brown hair fell out in clumps, while all she could do was watch in horror.

Then, she felt her spine and other bones start to shorten, and she began shrinking in size. Within seconds, Lydia had shrunk to a foot and a half. Her tailbone began to grow out a ways, and a large, three-pointed leaf formed on the end.  

The gold ring  lengthened into a collar, thin and stretching to cover the back of her neck. A gold stripe followed along the back of her new tail, and connected to the collar.
Her ears were filled with a grinding noise as her skull reformed and her nose and mouth pushed outwards into a long snout. Her ears shrank into her head, and all that was left were tiny holes. Lydia’s eyes became an amber color, and gold stripes rose from around her collar, circling her eyes.

Her arms shrank and her fingers molded and flattened into three thin, but sharp claws. Her legs and feet melted together, into thin stumpy legs.

“What the frick frack snick snack did you do to me?” She screamed at Percy.  

“I simply turned you into a Pokemon. A snivy to be exact,” he replied with a grin. “I was wanting to try out that spell for a while.”

“TURN ME BACK! I don’t want to be a filthy creature like them!”

“Nah, you’re going to be that way for a while, since you clearly deserve it. You need to learn to be caring to people. Maybe then you’ll actually have friends.”

“Now then, Glameow will show you around, and where you will be sleeping.” Lydia turned around to see a cat with a smug expression on it’s face.

“What are YOU looking at, punk?” Lydia snarled. The cat crouched down and picked her up gently and began to carry her off into the next room, with Lydia struggling all the way.

Percy sighed. “She probably won’t learn. Or at least not for a while.”
Sunny week they said. Heh, Nope.

All week it rained. And it rained hard. Every once and awhile​ it would stop, at most an hour at a time. Creeks flooded, the near-constant rain eroded divots in the ground.
Edguardo was walking home, enjoying the rain. It had lightened​ up a little, no longer pounding, more of a drizzle. He was about 6 feet tall, brownish skin, and pale gray hair.

Honestly, it’s not that he enjoyed being soaked, but the rain was peaceful and calming. After he entered the shade of the trees, Edguardo could only hear a light pitter-patter of the rain on the leaves and dirt.  

Have you ever stepped into a puddle that turned out to be deeper than expected? Sucks doesn’t it?  
Edguardo studied the ground while he listened to the ambiance. An especially oily puddle caught his eye. Shiny purple swirled with streaks of blue in the water. It seemed a bit… thick. “Oh well.” He thought, as he used his boot to swish the tainted water out of the pool. He lost his footing and stomped into the water, and was surprised when the water came up to his upper thigh. Even more so when he felt his boot disappear and the warm… warm? liquid clung to his leg.

The liquid spread around his skin like how water dampens a paper towel. His body became a paler hue, like lavender. Certain sections became purple, His gut felt like it was blowing up until… goosh!  His insides dissolved and flowed through him like slime, it sounded like filling a balloon with air, then water. He wanted to vomit, but he could only dribble goo, having his stomach gone. All this stress was making Edguardo sweat. Sticky sweat. More and more, covering his clothes, his face, blurring his vision. Then he started growing taller as his arms got thicker, and his legs fattened up.

Suddenly, a long, pale, log with green spots grew out from behind him and made him loose balance, falling face first in the rest of the puddle. Inhaling, he choked on more of the substance, coating the inside of his throat​. It felt as if there were a bubble in his throat, filling it up and more, as it widened and increased the diameter of his gullet. The goo then dissolved his hair and ears, and softened​ his face, making it more moldable. Edguardo's nose pushed out into somewhat of a short snout, and two pairs of antennae sprang up on top of his head, one pair short and the other long. His neck stretched out, but strangely it didn’t hurt as if he had no bones! As he tried to get up, his arms shortened a little, and his knees rounded as his calves and thighs melted into his hips, greatly widening them. His toes thickened and melded into three, and his foot widened to support the new weight.

Edguardo sat up and looked in the puddle. Green eyes stared back from a dinosaur-like creature, two different shades of purple covering it. A goodra. This was not okay. He lived just outside a pokemon-hating town, how could he go there like this? He sulked back to his house, tail dragging, leaving a path of slime behind.

Mary, Edguardo’s wife, adored pokemon. She had convinced him to move outside of the city, where she had a garden haven for small pokemon. Currently, she was sitting on the porch reading while enjoying the Lotads and Mudkips frolic in the garden's pond.

*Squish squish*

Mary glanced at the path in front of their home. What she saw made her jump. A Goodra was slowly making its way towards the house. What was it doing here? Large pokemon don’t usually come around this area. The Goodra halted in front of the garden with tears in its eyes.

Mary recognized the torn shirt that her husband was wearing earlier.

“Ed? Honey is that you?” she asked in disbelief.

The dragon slowly nodded. Mary ran up to him as he began to mutely wail. The smaller pokemon scattered to avoid the globs of slime mixed with tears that were hurtling down. She hugged him, not minding the goo, and he, back. Mary looked up at him and saw the worry in his eyes and guessed what he was afraid of.

“Don’t worry Ed, we'll burn that bridge when we get to it,” she comforted him. “First, let’s get you cleaned up.” Mary found a trash bag for Edguardo to stand in so he could go inside without too much of a mess.
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Gabthenostalgic Featured By Owner May 6, 2017  Hobbyist Artist
Hi!
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gorerat Featured By Owner May 5, 2017  Professional Writer
Thanks for watching!
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SinzutheGreat Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2017
Thanks a bunch for the faves! ^.=.^
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confusedkangaroo Featured By Owner Jan 24, 2017  Hobbyist
Thanks for the watch!
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pikazooka Featured By Owner Jan 25, 2017
I decided I like your stories.
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BurstCoffee Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Heya, cheers for the watch.
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pikazooka Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2016
No problem. I wish I could draw like the other tf deviants, as you can see in my gallery, but your literature is some good shit. I might try that instead. Also, can I make you any Pokemon TFS? Nobody ever asks, and it's free and I'm really bored
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BurstCoffee Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Well, thanks for the compliment, and it takes practice to get better :) Feel free to try literature, it's my alternative to visual art.
And thank you for the proposition, but I'm not really comfortable with asking for requests.
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sonicqueenB15 Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2016
thanks for adding me to your watch list =)
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