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Only One Person
“I’m so sorry, Ms Smith.”
Sarah felt her heart plummet, and for the two seconds of silence she could hear it pounding in her ears. Her mouth grew dry, a lump formed in her throat and her hands began to shake. “You found him.” She blew out a sharp breath, trying to stop herself hyperventilating. Her eyes were already so full of tears that she couldn’t see. “Where’s Harry? What happened to him? I’ve got to see him, please, take me to him so I can see him. How much did he suffer? Where did you find him?”
The Brigadier contemplated the best way to comfort her. He felt cruel; she was one of his dearest friends and this was the second time in a few short months that he had watched her heart break, and caused it. “That’s just it, we didn’t.”
“You didn’t find him?”
“No, and now he’s been missing for too long. My superiors won’t allow me to search any longer, I can’t put
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Literature
A Little Longer
Set at the very end of Fury from the Deep.
“Doctor.”
“Yes, Jamie?”
He sighed and purposefully averted his gaze, certain his friend would be watching him. “I dinnae ken if I want to go. I don’t know if I can leave her.”
“It’s not like you can’t come back.”
He knew the Time Lord wanted him to stay with him, dreading the thought that they might both leave. The three of them had become a little family, perhaps not one with particular defined roles, but they all loved each other dearly, forming bonds that had already been proven stronger than anything. Only the love Jamie felt for her was different. “Aye, but this is Victoria.”
“Perhaps this will help.” He pushed a piece of card into the Scot’s palm.
Jamie looked at the photograph on it, it was of the two of them, he was cuddling her close and she was pressed right up against him with her arms around his middle, the grin on her face as bro
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Irreplaceable
“I don't understand how he could ever say that Clyde isn't right for Rani, especially to his face.”
“He’s protective of her.” Sarah smiled as Harry laughed, enjoying the sound even more than the warm sun shining down on them as they lounged on their back lawn. “Okay, overprotective. He’s her father, that often comes with the territory, at least with good dads.”
“Yeah, I understand protective, but so long as he doesn't hurt her, only she can decide if he's right; it's unfair for him to even try. I'm glad no one ever said that about me.”
Sarah turned her face out of the bright light, opening her eyes to look at his concerned face. “They did.”
His brow twitched. “I didn't know that.”
“Because I didn't want you to doubt yourself. They thought you were too old fashioned; so did I until I got to know you, a lot of them never really did that.”
“For whatever it's worth, I'm still right behind
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Literature
The Best Present
Will smiled as he watched Djaq wake, drawing her blanket up a little, knowing it was cold outside their cosy bunks. “Morning.”
Her lips curled upwards. “Will. Hello.”
He leant a little closer so he could whisper even more quietly to her. “Djaq, are you happy to celebrate Christmas with us today? If you don’t want to it’s okay. You and me, we can go off somewhere, do something else, avoid anything festive.”
She felt a little emotional at the gesture; she knew he loved Christmas, it reminded him of family and home, and he’d been excitedly babbling all month about how he wanted to show her what it was like. But he valued her comfort more, he was willing to give it up for her. She shook her head. “I want to celebrate with you.”
He beamed. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas.”
“Ready to get up?”
Djaq nodded eagerly. “You’ve got to show me Christmas, right?.”
“I will,
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Literature
Believed
Set after the main events of Audrey Pauley.
“How are you feeling?”
Monica smiled as John settled back into the chair at her bedside. “Are you going to ask me that every time you sit back back down?”
“I expect so. Not going to answer?”
“I feel okay, same as five minutes ago. How about I let you know if I don't?”
“Yeah, okay. Sorry.”
“John.” Shaking her head, Reyes reached across to place her hand on his arm, willing him to relax and look at her. It took more than a moment, but it worked and let her lean back again. “I am proud of you for today.”
A familiar crease formed in his brow and made her want to ignore her weakened state and comfort her partner. “I didn't do anything, Monica; it was you that pulled through.”
Despite his doubting, she smiled. “Not true. When we met you would have just believed the science; I know that as the good man you are you would always have been upset
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Literature
Green Haven
Taking advantage of the unusually hot weather one Sunday in April, Will and Djaq stole away from their friends to a small glade in Sherwood Forest. Sheltered from wind by thick greenery, they lounged in the dappled sunshine that filtered through the canopy above, dozing in the warmth as she lay back against him with her head on his chest, enjoying the much needed time to relax.
The clearing was so peaceful that over the months since they'd first spent time there, they'd been visiting more and more frequently for a peaceful escape, the quiet area always enticing them back once more. As the only two who ever went there, the little sanctuary had served them well, the time together going a long way towards keeping them sane through the hardships of their lives as outlaws.
It was a place he had found as a child, a curious boy searching for wonders and actually finding one. Though at the time he hadn't known what it would mean later, he had come to value the discovery the first time she had
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Treasured
Clint held his partner tightly to him, cradling her head in his palm to provide at least some semblance of protection. It wasn't easy to control a jet with one hand whilst keeping her safe in his lap, but it was necessary and luckily the direct route meant that most of the time he could rely on the autopilot and keep all his attention on her as she needed. “It's alright.” He fought to concentrate on her beautiful face instead of the blood he could feel on his hand, leaving a matted mess in the place of her stunning natural curls.
Though quiet, she was holding consciousness, but every time she closed her eyes he felt a touch of uncontrollable fear that she wouldn't ever wake up. He needed them to get back to headquarters quicker than they were, needed someone to examine her when all he could do was hold her, comfort her, and give her something to hold on for. It certainly didn't help that usually he'd tend to her wound, she preferred it wherever possible and he treasured tha
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Literature
To Be Free
Following their battle in Acre, the gang returned to Bassam's house for the night. Upon their arrival, Djaq prepared to seek out her uncle's friend, leaving Will with a squeeze of his hand, whispered words of affection and a promise to not be long. The elder man found her first, running to meet her and embracing her without hesitation, incredibly relieved to see her safe and with her beloved still at her side, unharmed. After all that she had lost and suffered, he could not be more grateful to see her fortune change for the better.
“Welcome back, Safiyya.”
“Djaq.”
“Sorry, yes, I remember, Djaq.”
“Thanks.” She knew it would take him a little while to get used to, but it was the name she had chosen to live by, continuing to use it even after dropping her disguise and she could not imagine herself going back now. She did not doubt that there would always be times that Bassam would, with a slip of the tongue, call her Safiyya, but she could a
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Coming Home to Her
“Sarah.”
Her jaw dropped in surprise, in shock yet not quite disbelief at the sight before her, at the man stood in her doorway. She had dreamt of such a moment so many times that she knew it to be real, imagination never could compare. Breathless, she threw her arms around him. “Harry.” Clutching him to her as tightly as she could, although it didn't feel tight enough, she pressed her face into his shoulder. “You're alive.”
Smiling, he kissed the top of her head, surrounding her in is embrace and cradling her head in his palm. “I love you, old thing.”
“Oh, Harry.” She leant into him more, as if that could somehow bring them even closer together. “You're alive. You're here. Where have you been? I thought you were dead.”
“Missing in action doesn’t always mean dead. Sorry for scaring you.”
Grinning, she shook her head. “I’m just glad you’re alright.”
He laughed. It was
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Literature
The Marks of Life
Set after the events of Dreamland.
“Sarah? Sarah, it’s me, Nat. Can you hear me?”
Her eyelashes fluttered for a second, then she opened her eyes a little, squinting in the dazzling light. “Nat? Where…” She turned her head away from her friend, taking advantage of the fact her eyes were adjusting to the brightness and searching the room.
“You’re in hospital, Sarah.”
“H… Harry…?”
Nat shook her head and frowned, she didn’t want to make Sarah sadder, but the last thing she needed was to be lied to. “I’ve not heard from Harry, I’m sorry.”
That woke her up fully, and she suddenly remembered what had brought her there. “Josh. Oh, Josh. I couldn’t do anything, couldn’t help him, I’m so, so sorry.”
Nat reached out to take her hand. “Sarah, relax. You need to stay calm, you’re very lucky to be alive and you have to let yourself recover. It w
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Dedication
When he was twenty, Harry was full of hope, eager and expectant. He knew that his soul mate was out there somewhere, that she was looking for him too and always, gradually getting closer. He had faith in her.
At twenty five he was getting a little worried. He tried to immerse himself in his work, after all he was proud of the good he did, that he saved lives, and mostly it worked. But he would often catch himself musing over his loneliness, he was all too aware that all his friends were married, engaged or otherwise in long term relationships, some even had children. Yet he was single. He was always single and though they meant well with their assurances that his kind heart would soon capture that of a wonderful, beautiful woman, he felt more and more doubtful, and as the hopeless romantic he was, it saddened him. But still he had faith in her.
By his thirtieth birthday Harry had given up. He didn’t think it was so much that he hadn’t found her, but he hadn’t even got
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Literature
Going Home
Set between A Good Day to Die and We Are Robin Hood.
Will ducked under the low beam of the doorway, following after his beloved best friend who had snuck through there a few minutes before. It was a small storage chamber on the ship to the Holy Land, and she'd crept past the dislodged supplies to perch on a chest in the corner, staring at the wooden wall ahead of her. Concerned, he crossed the room and sat beside her, claiming the place she had once promised would always be his, bundled up under blankets together one cold winter night as she fought desperately to recover from the wound that had almost killed her. Their ever-growing love already strong, they'd filled their days with laughter and tender caresses, shared secrets and smiles, pressing soft kisses to cheeks and foreheads, and enjoying the casual intimacy that came easily to them; no confessions needed with a million words to express their affection and devotion. He had promised her his life, and she too had swo
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Keep Him Safe
"He's gonna come home."
For a split second Sarah Jane thought about pretending not to know who the Time Lord meant, but that wasn't fair on Harry, and if she was honest it wasn't fair on herself either; she was proud of him and wouldn't deny herself this one moment with someone that knew him, that knew who he was to her. She held back a frown. "Doctor, please... I appreciate the sentiment, I do, but please don't give me false hope."
He tilted his head at her. "Time machine, remember? Sarah, he is going to come home."
Overcome with joyful breathlessness, her eyes started to water as she fought to regain the ability to speak. "Re...?"
"I promise."
At that, she could no longer hold back her tears. "Thank you." Just about managing to rein her emotions back in, she pressed her lips together in thought. She wanted to ask him to bring Harry home, but then it seemed that for whatever reason that wasn't allowed. But maybe she could still get the Doctor to do something. "Keep him safe, fo
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Trust Saves
“Hawkeye, can you hear me?”
Clint grinned, turning his head to the right, instinctively drawn to the sound of his partner’s voice in his ear. “Yeah, what is it, Nat?”
“You’ve got to get out of there. Now.”
“What? Why?” He waited for a reply, but the connection wasn’t great and though she’d heard his words, Natasha was too busy listening for a sign that he was leaving as she ran to find him. There were none, just that steady, familiar voice. “What’s going on?”
“Forget the assignment. Listen to me and get out. Now, Barton. Get. Out.”
“Why? What is it? Talk to me, I don’t understand.”
“Don’t question it, just do it. There’s a bomb, and it’s going to blow any minute, any second; so if you don’t get out, just get out!” Silence; a silence that set her heart racing. “Barton, are you there? Please. Get out of there. Come on. You have
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“I’m so sorry, Ms Smith.”

Sarah felt her heart plummet, and for the two seconds of silence she could hear it pounding in her ears. Her mouth grew dry, a lump formed in her throat and her hands began to shake. “You found him.” She blew out a sharp breath, trying to stop herself hyperventilating. Her eyes were already so full of tears that she couldn’t see. “Where’s Harry? What happened to him? I’ve got to see him, please, take me to him so I can see him. How much did he suffer? Where did you find him?”

The Brigadier contemplated the best way to comfort her. He felt cruel; she was one of his dearest friends and this was the second time in a few short months that he had watched her heart break, and caused it. “That’s just it, we didn’t.”

“You didn’t find him?”

“No, and now he’s been missing for too long. My superiors won’t allow me to search any longer, I can’t put any more funding into it and I’ve been instructed to focus on other things. I am truly sorry; If it was my choice I wouldn’t stop searching until we found him, but officially he’s presumed dead.”

Taking a few seconds to absorb the information, she felt her tears ease slightly, even when the pain in her chest didn’t. “No body? That means he could still be out there. He could still come home.”

Lethbridge-Stewart offered her a soft, sympathetic smile. “I sincerely hope he does.”

Sarah looked down at the bundle in the man’s arms, just a pile of fabric representing a whole life, a man who had achieved so much more than could be shown in the military coat she was being offered in place of a body. After all they’d been through, she couldn’t let the last line of their story be her stood on the doorstep in tears, alone. “Funding? You said you need funding.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“I can give you funding. I can fund you for as long as you could ever need to find him. I’ll fund whatever you need.”

“Sarah Jane, I can’t. I have orders to stop; I can’t put any more resources into the search. I am on your side with this; it’s a wretched thing that someone who means the absolute world to those that love him can be abandoned for being only one person.”

“Then where is he?”

“I don’t-”

“Where did you send him? Where was the mission?”

“It’s confidential, you know that.”

“And that’s what he always told me before he went on any mission; he stuck to the rules and wouldn’t tell me anything until he got back.” She stepped towards him. “But you owe him this. You owe him to tell me where to start; he’d retired from the field, he stopped because he was terrified that one day he would never come back, never make it home. But you begged him for just this one and look at what’s happened; it might have cost him everything. So you tell me where you sent him because whatever has happened I cannot leave him out there alone.”

“I am sorry, this should never have-”

“Just tell me. If you won’t, can’t search, I will. Whatever you think has happened, I won’t give up until I can see for myself that he’s gone.” After all the people she’d lost, he was the one that promised to never leave, and he had always held true to his word against all odds. He was the one that was supposed to stay forever. “I can’t give up on him. Harry cheats death, that’s what he does.”

“And he’d never forgive me if I sent you into danger.”

“Do you want me to search the whole planet?”

He sighed, looking at the determination on her face. “Okay, the mission was in Brazil, the last time we heard from him he was travelling along the Amazon, but we looked there, we searched the whole river, he’s not there anymore.”

“I have to start somewhere and I have to look for him. I swear he’s going to come home, I believe he will, I have to.” It was only to herself that she could admit that if there was a final straw that could break her, losing him would surely do it. “Please just help me.”

The Brigadier nodded; she was right, and he owed it to her too. “However I can.”

“Thanks.”

A few seconds later, he held the items he was holding out to her. “Here. He left these on his bed.”

Tentatively, she took them from him and looked at them. His hat and his coat, and between them a photograph; the two of them, her grinning whilst he kissed her cheek, his lips curling upwards with utter joy. The choice of keepsake struck her right down to the core, but she couldn’t help thinking that the coat should be with him. Wherever he was he should have it to help him survive, and she hated the thought that he could be freezing to death somewhere, all on his own, whilst she was stood there in the doorway holding his coat. It would smell like him too, she was sure of it, and despite her aching heart she intended on burying her nose in it later. “Oh, Harry.”

“The rest of Dr. Sullivan’s effects will be passed on to you soon. I am so sorry for your loss, Ms Smith.”

She clutched the possessions to her, and took a deep breath to keep her emotions back as much as was possible. “Thank you. I’ll keep you up to date.”
Only One Person
This is basically just a concept that came into my head surrounding Harry being mentioned as MIA in the Sarah Jane Smith audios (by Big Finish) when I was pondering what might have happened with updating Sarah and what might have kept him away from home so long.

Also I may be slightly obsessed with Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's The Lost World (1999) so when I was stuck for where to have the mission be it occurred to me that a very good reason to be missing for years would be being stuck on the plateau of The Lost World.
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Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Poster - Steps
For the last couple of days I've been working on an Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. poster to get signed at a convention I'm going to in a couple of weeks.
I wanted something that works across all seasons since many characters, good & bad, appear in only one/a couple of seasons.

Started with thinking about having 2, settled for having 1 and instead of splitting autographs between posters, splitting them between top/bottom.

I just hope it turns out okay once printed!
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When you've spent all day working on a poster and gone through so many iterations that now you don't even know what you want or if the latest version is the best for what you want.
Now I remember why it's been so long since I did any art.
Set at the very end of Fury from the Deep.

“Doctor.”

“Yes, Jamie?”

He sighed and purposefully averted his gaze, certain his friend would be watching him. “I dinnae ken if I want to go. I don’t know if I can leave her.”

“It’s not like you can’t come back.”

He knew the Time Lord wanted him to stay with him, dreading the thought that they might both leave. The three of them had become a little family, perhaps not one with particular defined roles, but they all loved each other dearly, forming bonds that had already been proven stronger than anything. Only the love Jamie felt for her was different. “Aye, but this is Victoria.”

“Perhaps this will help.” He pushed a piece of card into the Scot’s palm.

Jamie looked at the photograph on it, it was of the two of them, he was cuddling her close and she was pressed right up against him with her arms around his middle, the grin on her face as broad as his. “She’s so beautiful. How can I leave all this behind?”

“You’ll see her soon enough, I’ll bring you back before the year’s up. And in the meantime, Jamie, I gave her a copy of the photo too. At night, she’ll put it by her bed, you’ll put it by yours, and you’ll be connected.”

“But what if I never see her again?” He could feel his eyes watering but didn’t want to hide it, if there was one thing he was proud of it was Victoria. “What if I cannae get back to her, Doctor? What if I leave her lonely for the rest of her life? I’d ne’er forgive myself!”

“Listen very carefully, you will only hear me say this once; Jamie, I know sometimes I’m not so good at flying the TARDIS, that the TARDIS doesn’t always land where I mean it to, but I promise I will bring you back to her.”

“But, Doctor!”

“She loves you. She’ll wait.” He couldn’t help noticing the Scot looked unconvinced and actually rather terrified. “Jamie, trust her.”

“That’s no’ fair! Of course I trust her.” He looked back down at the photo; that was just it, he believed in them and that meant believing they would end up together. He kissed her picture, then safely tucked the photograph away. “Oh, alright, Doctor, let’s go.”

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London, 6th May 2000

“Jamie!” The Scotsman stopped in his tracks at the familiar English voice, searching for the source until he found her grinning face. “Look at you.”

He gazed back at her, taking her in. She was as beautiful as ever but she was so much older than the last time he’d seen her; he was thirty years too late. His eyes flooded with tears; that was it, he’d missed his chance. “Oh. My Victoria.”

Heart aching for him, she reached out to him, seeking to touch his face, his shoulder, just something to ease his worries, only he caught sight of the rings on her finger. His frown grew stronger, unintentional but unavoidable, and he felt guilty for upsetting her with his reaction. She gently shook her head. “Jamie.”

“No, it’s okay. I’d never want you to be lonely. If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

Victoria shook her head again, a slight smile evident on her lips as she realised what he was thinking, yet she was unable to keep her eyes from watering at seeing his distress. “No, Jamie.”

“Don’t.” He shook his head right back, firmly, but its effect hindered by the tracks his tears were making down his cheeks. “I just want you to know I’m sorry. I’m sorry I was too late, I tried. I tried so hard. I tried so hard.”

She caught his face in her palm; dragging his gaze up to meet hers. It tore at her to watch him beat himself up; this was the brave boy she’d fallen in love with so long ago on a whole other planet, defeat should never be found in his eyes. “Jamie, look.”

He wiped his eyes, and took the photo she was holding. It was them, they were young and happy, about the age he was, grinning at each other and unaware of the photographer. Silently, he soaked in the image, taking a few long seconds to realise he’d never seen that photo before, it certainly wasn’t the one the Doctor had left with her. Jamie looked up at her, grateful for her reassuring smile. “I…”

“That was our wedding day.” His mouth opened in surprise. “So keep trying!”

A smile began to curl his lips upwards as he stared at her. “You marry me?”

“Aye!” After a second her grin softened to show sincerity. “Of course, Jamie.”

He took her hand and lifted it to kiss her knuckles, then folded her hand back around the photo. “Thank you. I—”

“No.” She leant a little closer to reassure him when he looked confused. “Wait. Look, somewhere out there, in your future and my past, I’ve been waiting to hear you say that. Just let the first time you say it be the first time I hear it.”

“I will.” He nodded a silent promise. “You know, you are so, so beautiful, and I will always think that.”

As usual, his words filled her with his love and spread a broad smile across her features. “Thank you.” She cupped his cheek. “Now, my beautiful Scotsman, I’m sorry but you need to go.”

“What? No. I’m no’ ready, I’ve not seen you in so long.”

Victoria squeezed her eyes shut for a second, hating to cause him distress like that. “Certainly feels like that, I know. I wish you could stay a little longer but you need to run back to the TARDIS.”

“But, Victoria!”

“Trust me, Jamie. Run.” He did trust her, and she was serious, so there was no way he wouldn’t listen.

“Goodbye.” He kissed her forehead and then ran.

She watched him go with fondness, knowing he would only just make it back before the ship took off through no fault of the Doctor’s. She knew he was running to the War Games, to the loss of his memory and his return to the Highlands. But very soon afterwards she would be the one to go to him, and they would get their happily ever after.
A Little Longer
I'm kind of a sucker for the 'meeting a loved one outside your timeline" in sci-fi. If you can't already tell that since this isn't the first example of it which I've posted.

90% of this was written at the end of 2013, I'm just bad at finishing/posting things. I hope you enjoyed.
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Ever go back and read something you wrote ages ago and wonder why you never posted it?

I so need to do the final touches/name and post some of these things.
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    I haven't favourited much for a while, but it's almost always fan art, which tends to be digital painting of varying degrees of realism, from realistic to cartoon.

  10. Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist?
    I couldn't choose to be honest, there's no single person whose art I specifically look forward to (actually in trying to answer this question I found that most people I watch on deviantART aren't really active any longer - somehow even less active than me!) But the most active is a wonderful artist who is a fan of at least a couple of things I am, making great art for them:
    mustamirri 
    Victoria Waterfield by mustamirri Clementine by mustamirri
     

  11. If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be?
    Pass? I'm not currently in contact with anyone through deviantART.

  12. How has a fellow deviant impacted your life?
    Honestly being on this site has had a lot less of an impact than I expected or hoped. Nothing particularly good comes to mind and sadly I have found myself kind of lost in the masses and not interacting with people.

  13. What are your preferred tools to create art?
    For writing, the obvious: MS Word and a keyboard.
    For other art I mostly use my Wacom Bamboo tablet and Photoshop (I don't recall doing any traditional art for a long time, though I wish I could, I just require too many undos/redos.)

  14. What is the most inspirational place for you to create art?
    I don't have anywhere in particular, the closest thing to a particular place is somewhere watching a show (or more specifically characters) I love; they are all that inspires me to create things, at least I want to create things for them.

  15. What is your favourite DeviantArt memory?
    Nothing springs to mind unfortunately. Perhaps when people surprised me by making me things, that used to be amazing.

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:iconamazingmle11:
amazingmle11 Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy birthday! Sorry I'm late. :)
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Abboz Featured By Owner Feb 15, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks, don't worry about it, I'm not really into birthdays anymore.
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therandomgal800 Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Happy birthday! Hug 
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:iconabboz:
Abboz Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Aww thank you. I really appreciate you taking the time to message me.
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therandomgal800 Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Anytime. :)
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:iconabboz:
Abboz Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
What was it that you added me to your watch list for? I know I've been really bad lately at posting things, but I have reasons and I am sorry. 
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Laurenthebumblebee Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2014  Student General Artist
Happy Birthday Abi :)
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Abboz Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Aww, thanks! :hug:
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TehAngelsCry Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2014  Professional Interface Designer
Happy Birthday Abi! 
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Abboz Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you very much!
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