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CONTEST!!!OKAY, GUYS. YOUR TIME IS UP! NO MORE SUBMISSIONS! SINCE I'M TIRED AS HELL AND I WANT TO RELAX, I WILL ANNOUNCE THE WINNERS SOMETIME JANUARY 1ST IN THE AFTERNOON. IT'S ALMOST 3AM HERE. HAPPY NEW YEARS!
Okay, so I decided to do a contest
since I actually have points to give out as prizes this time hurrdurrc:
Okay, so for my first contest, you must draw one of my OCs meeting your OCs (references will be down below).
It MUST have a background and not some half-crap thing you drew in 10 minutes.
You MUST watch me and I WILL check to see if you're still a watcher or not. If you are the winner and are NOT watching me, I will simply pick the 2nd place winner as 1st place.
NOTHING THAT NEEDS A MATURE FILTER! If it goes against dA's rules, it WILL be reported.
NO BASES/TRACING/SKETCHES/LINEART/STOLEN WORK/ETC. It MUST be 100% by YOU.
Only drawn pieces, please. No literature. I'm sorry =/
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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