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The scientists who’d been trying to save Carly walked back out solemnly.  Greg didn’t even need to hear it. He just knew. He didn’t even know their names, they never spoke in the hall, but they wouldn’t look so apologetic if his daughter had made it.

Greg stood up, staggering his way back to the labs alone. Going to his section, he sat in silence. It was a few more minutes before the tears actually came. His daughter had spent most of her sixteen years around these labs so she knew what to avoid. She shouldn’t have even been there. When Greg became a single father he had wanted to give her the best life he could. He learned how to be a father as his daughter grew. Carly would probably be growing up outside the laboratories, safe, alive, if he’d never had to bring her in on that fateful ‘bring your daughter to work’ day.

Greg slouched over his desk, fingers gripping his hair. For the first time in years, he was alone.

The speaker in the room crackled and buzzed to life. Greg stood up taking his chair with him. With an angry grunt he threw it at the small intercom, knocking it to the floor. He didn’t want to hear anything from her. She was the reason his daughter was running those tests in the first place. GLaDOS. The supercomputer that went rogue and took over the facility. She always wanted people to run tests... Greg wasn’t even sure why, probably left over thoughts from before, before she’d even been built and the personality of the CEO’s wife was uploaded into it.

Greg paused mid-thought. That’s right. There wasn’t anything human left of her by now (certainly no human sympathy remained) but GLaDOS had the personality of Caroline Johnson. That was why the supercomputer was always called a SHE. True, the acronym ‘GLaDOS’ could be female, but from the very start it was always a ‘she’, never an ‘it’.

All test subjects were scanned by GLaDOS, and a copy of their personalities was stored. If he could access that, there might be a way to keep his daughter from being gone. Greg ran a shaky hand through his hair and straightened his glasses. He’d have to be careful. Go into her programming while she was busy with other unfortunate test subjects and distracted. In any other situation he would have laughed this away as being completely insane. It was. But in his current situation he had to try.

Before he downloaded his daughter’s personality, he would need a place for it to go. Greg lay awake, staring at the ceiling in what once was a ‘family’ room, and waited until the labs shut down for the night. He crept silently down the barren hallways, avoiding security cameras as he made his way to where robots in the facility were built.

Creeping into the manufacturing section, Greg locked the door behind him and flipped on one light. “I’m here, Carly," he whispered into the darkness. It was gloomy but he didn’t care. “Don’t want…don’t want HER to see us,” he added. “How’s about we give you some spring-heeled testing boots, honey? For your new feet?” He started on the legs.

The scientist carefully lifted and nudged through a set of separate android leg units. He grabbed two and said “Look, Carly! Green and purple! Your favourite colours.” Next, he took down some curved metal plates. Greg pulled a chair out from a work table and sagged into it.  Setting the parts down, the forlorn scientist picked up screws, a screwdriver, and started attaching the plates to the sides of the skinny pole-like legs; building them out so they would be closer to human thickness.

He worked without thinking.  

Setting the legs aside, Greg stretched before standing, then plodded back over to the tubs and shelves of spare components. He shoved parts aside, picked up and stared at others and set them back down. Somehow he didn’t throw them. He wanted to throw them. “Quiet. We need to stay as silent as possible,” he muttered over his shoulder to the legs. Rummaging through the towering shelves, he heaved down the torso of a testing robot. “Finally.”

Setting the body on the desk, Greg began screwing and assembling the legs onto the bottom.

He worked tirelessly into the night, taking very few breaks. The only times he did manage to leave the lab were quick trips to the staff room to make himself some coffee or to dart to the bathroom. As he worked he found paints and mixed some white and brown together to make more of a human flesh colour. Every time the paint would brush on too clumpy he’d curse, wipe it off, and paint the whole limb from scratch.



The hours passed and before long the artificial sun simulating a new morning started lighting up in the windows. Carly was almost finished, almost back. All he needed now was to hide the mixture of shiny and dull silvery metals and plastics. And she still needed her hair. Her bright red hair. Greg didn’t know what he was going to use for his daughter’s beautiful bright red hair.

Greg rubbed the purple bags under his eyes and pulled his glasses back down from his forehead. The room tilted a little and he reached for a chair to hold while the room straightened out. He needed some coffee, and to walk around a bit.  He pulled a dust cover over the robot, and started for the door.

As Greg was about to leave, someone came in.  Greg blinked and tried to bring his brain to coherent thought. "Hey?" he finally started with, “can you just leave that pile of work alone?  I'm -- I've got a --- that’s a project I’m working on.  I gotta get some coffee...”

"Sure." The other scientist raised his eyebrows. "Um, and, maybe you need some sleep too? ... Were you here all night?"

"Uh, no, um, maybe. Is it morning already? Look, I’ll be right back."  Without waiting for an answer, Greg stumbled to the door.

Rubbing his head, Greg entered the break room to find two others in there who met him with careful expressions. He didn’t greet them and instead just bee-lined for the coffee machine.

The two others shared hesitant glances before the older male stepped closer and cleared his throat, trying to get Greg’s attention. Greg ignored him. Sighing, the man tried again. “Hey, Greg?  Um, how ya doing?” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Really sorry about Carly…” He hesitated before glancing back at his colleague, who nodded for him to continue. Haltingly he turned back to Greg who’d by now poured himself a mug of coffee and was still not acknowledging the others. “Um. Well, she’s um, Carly is still in the infirmary...  Maybe you should go and spend a few minutes with her.…Um, soon.  We need to do something with her…”  He drifted off there, and looked to the other for help.

The younger man hastily continued on. “GLaDOS is starting to get bitchy about it all, says we got to get r--- um, take care of Carly soon, so maybe you can go and spend a little....time..."  He trailed off into an awkward silence.  

Greg shot the two of them with a fixed glare. He started to finally respond then the thought suddenly hit him. It had hair. It wasn’t Carly and it had hair for Carly. He could use that to give his daughter her red hair. Greg instead patted the other on the shoulder, ignoring how he flinched.

“You know what, Spence?  That’s a great idea.  Yeah." Greg dropped his cup with a loud bang onto the table.  Coffee splashed out.  "Yeah.  Yeah, I like that.  Yes.  Thanks."  Greg strode to the door, yanked it open, and walked out leaving the two men in the break room, staring as the door drifted to a close.


Greg made his way to the infirmary, searching it a little before he finally found the body. He hesitated but then shook his head. “No, no it’s not Carly, I’m making Carly, she’s almost back, and this isn’t her.”

Greg climbed up onto the counter so that he could easily peer into the cabinets without having to move things aside to find what he wanted. Opening and closing doors, tossing bandages, creams and arm casts over his shoulder as he went, Greg soon found a pair of surgical scissors.

Hopping back down, Greg took the scissors to the body, lifting the hair and cutting as close to the scalp as he could. “Easy… easy does it…”

Soon the hair separated from the body. Carelessly tossing the scissors on the counter, Greg made his way swiftly towards the door. Once out, he stumbled into a fellow scientist which knocked him off his feet.

“Woah! Sorry Greg, you alright?” He offered a hand to help him stand. Greg ignored the hand, stumbling to his shaking legs on his own. The other man’s eyes fell on the hair still clutched in Greg’s hands. “Greg … What did you do?”

“I’m making Carly better, she’s unwell right now,” he replied as if it was completely reasonable.

The other just stared, eyes holding a soft pity. “Greg, Carly’s … dead.”

“No she’s not!” he countered, voice rising and cracking slightly. He shoved roughly past the other man, marching down the hall back to his lab.

The other gawked after him, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. This wasn’t good. Not wasting a moment, he rushed to find the others. If GLaDOS found out one of her scientists had lost his mind … There had been too many deaths already, there couldn’t be another so soon.


Greg forcefully yanked open the door and slammed it shut, no longer caring about being quiet anymore. Rushing to the table, Greg set the hair down, and picked up a screwdriver. Quickly unscrewing and pulling back a few panels from the head, he started to jam the cut end of the hair between the plating. He then pushed the plates back down, screwing them tightly. Looking the robot up and down before nodding in approval, he brushed the hair around, to give it a more natural drape.

“Welcome back, Carly. Dad missed you.” He frowned momentarily when she didn’t respond before shaking his head. “Oh, right, silly me. I forgot.” Grabbing a few cables from the desk and shoving them in the pocket of his dirty lab coat, he lifted the lifeless robot carefully. Greg carried it out of the lab and down the hall, checking a few rooms before he found one that was both empty and had a computer. Entering the room, he set the robot down and after fumbling with the cables and almost dropping them, Greg plugged the new Carly into the computer.

Freezing briefly, Greg rolled his sleeve up checking his watch. “Nine a.m. It’s nine already?” He’d spend a lot of time building Carly. Oh well. GLaDOS was bound to have started her testing by now. She permitted test subjects to sleep but just long enough to keep them from dying.

Turning the computer on, Greg clicked on file after file, entering bypass code after bypass code. He growled. “Let me, in you bitch. I want my daughter to wake up.”

Finally a green access sign flashed on screen making him grin. “Finally.” He clicked through the data, skimming it with squinting eyes over the rim of his glasses. “Gotcha!” Selecting a backup, he exported it to the robot, following the cables with his eyes, imagining he was watching the life flow back into his little girl. She may be 16 but she’d always be his little girl.

The robot, no, Carly beeped and buzzed as the green lidless doll eyes flickered to life. She sat up stiffly.

“Welcome Back, Carly. How do you feel?”

“I feel… tired. What has happened, father?” The mechanical voice would take some getting used to but it would be fine. Everything would be fine now. No one could take Carly from him again.

The door opened as the scientist Greg bumped into earlier, as well as a few others rushed into the room. Three pairs of wide eyes fell on the patchwork of mechanical parts as the glowing green eyes fell on them as well.

“Oh, Greg. … What have you done?
Carly Frankenstein
After losing his daughter during a test, Greg isn't ready to actually lose her.

I know that Frankenstein is the man, and Carly in here is the monster, but this title just sounded better than Greg Frankenstein.
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Types of zombies in the Zombie Apocalypse Verse

Journal Entry: Sun Feb 14, 2016, 4:31 AM
  • Watching: Nostalgia Critic
  • Drinking: water

These are the infected types in the zombie apocalypse verse that was started with @cxrcuits and I which anyone can join into that’s based on my old L4D characters. In the L4D characters case, they were fully infected but hardly ever actually acted infected except for odd moments. So to have things make more sense I’ve made that type now carrying the virus but still survivors. I thought I really should put a thing about the different types of infected that exist in that universe. Darco, or in this case Marco’s brother, Marty, becomes a Carrier. Here are the four types:


Dead: As the name suggests these infected are no longer living. They attack anything with a pulse including other infected. They can’t really see - most are fully blind - but are attracted to sources of heat. Bullets and weapons only have a chance of slowing this already slow type down but the sure way to stop them is to set them on fire. There is no chance for this type to be cured.

Alive: This type of infected will only attack when the virus isn’t sensed in something still living. Unlike the dead ones these ones have the three primal urges, eating, sleeping and mating. They have mostly reverted to wild animals. It’s possible though very difficult to sneak past them when they’re sleeping. If they go too long without eating they will die and join the dead-type of infected.

Carriers: The few that fall under this, when they get infected they get sick but rather than turning they seem to recover. Normally one or both eyes becomes the pale-yellow of the infected. For the most part they are still themselves, but around too much blood may become erratic and attack the nearest non-infected person. Because they have the virus in them, they are able to move past alive infected without being attacked. Unless of course, the alive-infected are wound up in a frenzy, they will then pick up on the none-infected movements and attack. They are still very infectious, if they manage to scratch, bite, or even just kiss a non-infected person, that person will contract the virus.

Cured: These were Alive-infected who managed to be cured. They are more erratic than the carriers often being jumpier and quick to get aggressive. They can’t pass on the infection anymore. Their skin and eyes always remain sickly and pale looking. They are able to use their brains again for conscious decision making, but basic-instincts mostly control them.

    Marco glared down at the wheelchair he was sitting in. He hated it. It wasn’t something he let the others know, pretending to be fine so they wouldn’t worry. But he hated it. He felt useless not being able to walk, he felt weak for having been trapped in it in the first place. He belonged out there, with his friends – the family he’d formed in training. They were risking their lives every day fighting for humanity. And where was he? Inside being a secretary, sitting on his fattening ass and doing nothing. It wasn’t really fattening: he still did the few exercises that he could. Plus he had to keep his arms strong for the chair. But in this mind-set it was very easy for him to find faults with himself.

     He didn’t hear the door open and close, he was too deep in his own thoughts. He didn’t hear Jean call his name, he only noticed the other when he felt a pair of arms slide around him.

     “Hey baby, you’re quiet today?”

     Marco sighed and nodded. “Yeah, just thinking.”

     Jean rested his head on the freckled boy’s shoulder. “About?” though there was a knowing in his voice. Marco didn’t say anything. Jean sighed. “Marco…”

     “I’m sorry I can’t help anymore.”

     Jean tightened his arms around Marco. “You do, and not just with the notes and shit.”

     “How? Moral support? I’m sure that helps a lot when people are being eaten and if at least one other person was there someone getting killed might not have happened.”

     Jean rubbed up and down along Marco’s shoulders. “Hey, hey, don’t be like that.” Marco remained silent. “You better not be thinking negatively of yourself. Self-hate isn’t allowed in this house.” Marco sighed out through his nose, but he otherwise remained quiet. Jean moved around the side, scooping Marco out of the wheelchair.  Mindful of his boyfriend’s legs, Jean carried him to the couch and dumped him on it. “Looks like I’m gunna have to make you happy.” With that he lifted Marco’s shirt.

     “Jean… I’m not in the mood.”

     “Oh, no, no it’s not that.” With that Jean bent down, blowing out a puff of air on Marco’s stomach. Marco’s uncovered eye widened as he couldn’t help but snicker softly. “There we go! That’s better.”

     Marco reached down, and gently pulled Jean up, wrapping his arms around him. He knew Jean was just trying to help, and when the freckled boy entered a state of mind like this, that wasn’t an easy task. Maybe if he gave in and let Jean try to cheer him up it would work. He didn’t like being in these moods. Pushing Jean back up with the flat of his hand, Marco sat up, carefully moving his legs over the side of the couch. He then grabbed one of the couch cushions, tossed it to Jean, and then grabbed another, forcing a cheerful grin. That was what he usually did; fake the happiness until he was able to actually feel it. “Alright, let’s see how you are at a pillow war.”

     Jean smirked himself, raising his pillow to block a swipe from Marco’s. “You’re on, Freckles.” He swung his own pillow which was blocked by Marco’s.

     As the play fight went on, Marco found himself actually enjoying it, his spirits lifting as the various swings were given more energy.

     “You’re cheating, you keep blocking my swings!” he giggled.

     Jean laughed, blocking another swing. “Not my fault you hit like a little kid! Mikey’s got more power!”

     Marco’s mouth dropped in mock hurt. “Ho ho ho… now you’re gunna get it.” Using his arms, he pushed himself forward and climbed onto Jean, effectively pinning him. “Now whatcha gunna do?”

     Jean’s hands shot under Marco’s arms, slender fingers lightly poking and prodding causing the boy above to melt down into laughs. To counter, Marco started a similar assault on Jean’s ribs.

     “Gah! No! Mercy! Mercy!” Jean shouted between his own fits of bubbly laughter.

     This continued on for a while until the pair needed to pause and allow themselves to breathe.

    Sighing a chuckle, Marco leant down and rested his forehead on Jean’s, closing his eye as he did so. “Thank you.” He did feel better.

    Jean tilted his head, stealing a quick kiss. “No problem, babe.”
Day 7: Horsing Around
Marco Bodt Appreciation Week Day 7: The One In Which Marco Is Alive: Horsing Around or Growing Pains.

Jean knows how to cheer up an unhappy Marco.
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    Jean bent down, kissing Marco softly on the lips. “We’ll be back before you know it.” He brushed his fingers, once, across Marco’s undamaged cheek; they lingered.

    Marco rested his own hand softly over Jean’s. “I know, just, please be careful. Alright?”

    “Always, babe.” With one final kiss, Jean then turned his attention to the little girl, bouncing on her toes, lifting her up and over his head. “Hey, Madison! You take care of things while I’m gone, ok princess?” Madison giggled and hugged her father. Jean hugged her back tightly before setting her down on Marco’s lap. He mounted his horse, turning it to join the rest of the Scouting Legion. Jean turned his head to look over his shoulder at his little family. “Love you two.” He always told the two he loved them, but this time it felt…different, weird. There was a hole punched in his stomach, dragging his eyes back to his now husband and adopted toddler, again and again, as Marco sat there in the wheelchair he’d needed after the accident.  

    Erwin shouted the move out order.  It was time to go. Jean hated going: expeditions outside the walls never lasted very long but usually for terrible reasons. Either the scouts were able to return quickly, or missions ended suddenly when too many scouts were eaten. Jean preferred the former.

    The horses cantered out through the open gates of the large wall.

    The mission didn’t go as planned.


    It had been a full day by now. Sure, missions could sometimes go for a lot longer but not the shorter ones, which this had been planned to be. Trying to push aside his worries, Marco laughed lightly as Madison jumped, skipped, and bounced around excitedly next to the large wheels of the chair. “I know, little one, I know, Daddy’s coming home. I’m excited too.”

    The gates opened. Finally the Scouts appeared. Horses pulling carts carrying broken soldiers filed slowly inside the walls. Madison climbed up on to Marco’s lap, so she could get a better view.

    While peering up into each bruised and sad looking face, Marco caught Armin’s eyes and waved. The blond turned away, hiding his tears. Fear started clawing its way into Marco’s chest. A wide brown eye scanned the faces in a frenzied manner.

    But he never saw him.

    Jean never rode in on his horse. Didn’t greet them with a gentle kiss for Marco, lifting Madison into the air. He was a shadow. He wasn’t there.

    Marco swallowed the lump growing in his throat. This couldn’t be happening; Jean was the most skilled with the 3D Maneuver Gear, was always careful around titans… He was one of the best squad leaders Marco had known. He couldn’t be…

    Marco’s attention fell to Madison when she started pulling on the sleeve of his shirt. “Where’s Daddy, Papa?”

    “I…” He trailed off, he didn’t know what to say. His uncovered eye filled with tears as he hugged his confused child close. “I don’t know, baby. I don’t know.”
Day 6: Interrupted Lifeline
Marco Bodt Appreciation Week Day 6: Wake up call. Interrupted Lifeline or Epiphany

The girl I’m making a blog for. Precious lil JeanMarco baby. Also, I couldn’t kill Marco, I just couldn’t.

The mission didn’t go as planned.
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Types of zombies in the Zombie Apocalypse Verse

Journal Entry: Sun Feb 14, 2016, 4:31 AM
  • Watching: Nostalgia Critic
  • Drinking: water

These are the infected types in the zombie apocalypse verse that was started with @cxrcuits and I which anyone can join into that’s based on my old L4D characters. In the L4D characters case, they were fully infected but hardly ever actually acted infected except for odd moments. So to have things make more sense I’ve made that type now carrying the virus but still survivors. I thought I really should put a thing about the different types of infected that exist in that universe. Darco, or in this case Marco’s brother, Marty, becomes a Carrier. Here are the four types:


Dead: As the name suggests these infected are no longer living. They attack anything with a pulse including other infected. They can’t really see - most are fully blind - but are attracted to sources of heat. Bullets and weapons only have a chance of slowing this already slow type down but the sure way to stop them is to set them on fire. There is no chance for this type to be cured.

Alive: This type of infected will only attack when the virus isn’t sensed in something still living. Unlike the dead ones these ones have the three primal urges, eating, sleeping and mating. They have mostly reverted to wild animals. It’s possible though very difficult to sneak past them when they’re sleeping. If they go too long without eating they will die and join the dead-type of infected.

Carriers: The few that fall under this, when they get infected they get sick but rather than turning they seem to recover. Normally one or both eyes becomes the pale-yellow of the infected. For the most part they are still themselves, but around too much blood may become erratic and attack the nearest non-infected person. Because they have the virus in them, they are able to move past alive infected without being attacked. Unless of course, the alive-infected are wound up in a frenzy, they will then pick up on the none-infected movements and attack. They are still very infectious, if they manage to scratch, bite, or even just kiss a non-infected person, that person will contract the virus.

Cured: These were Alive-infected who managed to be cured. They are more erratic than the carriers often being jumpier and quick to get aggressive. They can’t pass on the infection anymore. Their skin and eyes always remain sickly and pale looking. They are able to use their brains again for conscious decision making, but basic-instincts mostly control them.

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Hello!

Name: Varies from my actual name, Emily, to Marco

Age: 25

I have 28 characters ask if you want to know about them.

sex: Female

Likes/loves: my family, my kitty, my Characters, Marco, Darco, Attack on Titan, Zombies, Transformers, Portal, My Little Pony, Anime, L4D,L4D2, making characters, role-playing, making friends, trying to draw, trying to write, making videos, the color purple, foxes

Dislikes/hates: thieves, people who are rude

Current Residence: my imagination
Favorite genre of music: Basically all
Favorite style of art: Anime
MP3 player of choice: Sansa
Wallpaper of choice: my characters
Favorite cartoon character: Marco Bodt and Jean Kirschtein (Attack on Titan)

I have a Marco Bodt from Attack on Titan rp blog. feel free to do whatever to him. he has a split personality, Darco, feel free to harass him too.
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DDDDDDDD: BUT WHAT WILL MY CAT EAT THEN
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The cake was old so I put it in DA BIN! D:
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NO ITS NOT! the cake is though
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lizcat14 Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2016  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
Hey remember me?
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28CharactersLater Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2016
Hey! of course I remember you! How have you been?
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Yay!!! I've been good! So busy tho! I'm sorry I kinda just died and disappeared XD
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28CharactersLater Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2016
I understand the busyness I have too. It's alright, nice to have you back though : D I've been reviving Toxic in one of my uni classes. Though this time as a human. XD he's probably pissed at that.
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Happy birthday! :D
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You're welcome! :3
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monarigs Featured By Owner Edited Jan 2, 2015
Hi Emily! Do you remember me? 
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28CharactersLater Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2015
Mona! :hug: how could I not remember you girl! how have you been??
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Heyyy!!! I missed you lots! I've been alright. :D (Big Grin) 
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I missed you too! that's good :aww: I had some struggles but things are alright now too
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Hi there! :meow:
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I'm alright, trying to balance university work and maintaining my rp blog, so far it's going better than I thought so that's good :3

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Hi! how're you doing? :3 yeah we haven't talked in forever
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lizcat14 Featured By Owner Oct 1, 2014  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
Pretty good! How are you! No we havent and I feel bad about that
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28CharactersLater Featured By Owner Oct 1, 2014
i've been busy, just started a university course and it's already picking up with us making our own websites and working on posters and them talking about doing (paid!) jobs for companies as part of the course work

i am so scared i'm not going to be creative enough to be in Digital Media Design

in my spare time i've been butchering the character- i mean rping as Marco from attack on titan. i have fallen hard into that

how've you been doing? :3
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yugiohvamp Featured By Owner Jul 28, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Hey it's freckledbodtsoldier ^^ I didn't know you liked transformers! That's super cool :D
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28CharactersLater Featured By Owner Jul 28, 2014
hi!
yeah i got into them pretty bad hehe a friend mentioned them, i thought 'eh i'll watch an episode to see what its about' .... in the next few weeks i had seen most of every universe version, had about 36 ocs, and knew more about them than the friend :XD: i've now gotten rid of all but two
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Jasperinity Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2014
Happy birthday! :D
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28CharactersLater Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2014
thank you! :hug:
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Jasperinity Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2014
:hug: You're welcome! :3
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Dakyinator Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday!!! Party
Enjoy Your Day.
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