~miss-cinders

Thanks for the watch lady of thy cinders...

cool deviant id photo!

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<sup>Ah... romance... love ( )... wolf ( )... girl dressed in red ( )... flowers ( )... twilight ( )... cow ( )...


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no problem , you should draw more often.

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beautiful gallery.

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thanks, thank you, merci, etc.

Thank you for the favourite!

Wonderful!
x

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Beneath every human lies a killer inside...
And inside every chestnut is a crunchy nutty textured treat C:

liking the 'shrooms. nice gallery ^^

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Why thankyou

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Beneath every human lies a killer inside...
And inside every chestnut is a crunchy nutty textured treat C:

mmm....good idea

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watch the weather forecast then i spose

damn. now i need another toaster...

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really now? hmmm...

the adventures of cindy are always so entertaining.

The elusive Toaster stalks the unaware Cindy with precise delicacy and a formidably intimidating poise as it prepares to pounce.

The Toaster, seizing its opportunity as Cindy turns to grab a frightened jar of orange Marmalade from the fridge, launches itself into the air at Cindy's, unprotected, wee little head.

A loud 'THuuNK' is heard as the Toaster falls to the ground having been stopped in mid air by the power cord.

The Toaster lays, bleeding, on the floor, broken knobs and plastic covering all around it, a pitiful mess of its former glory

Cindy wheels around in shock, dropping the Marmalade, provoking it to yell of its new found and short-lived freedom, only to realise its very immanent death mere moments before it smashes against the floor, sending a cascade of bitter-sweet orange glass shards through the air.

Cindy, now very frustrated, and bare-foot, turns to get some milk from the fridge. As she blearily steps forward, with the milk now in hand, to get a cup and some cookies, too fed up with with making breakfast to bother with it entirely, she steps on some particularly nastily shaped glass, causing her to drop the milk.

Entirely too much for her this early in the morning, Cindy drops to her knees, yelling at the light above her, who felt, that she really didn't deserve it and had been doing a splendid job since the decease of the last globe, had an bit of a tantrum and blinks out to darkness.

Now in hysterics, Cindy kneels over the spilt milk, literally crying over it, attracting a distasteful and entirely unwelcome comment from her newly awoken sibling.

no problem bee

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Thanks for the fave cinders!

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Thanks!

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My radio is singing poison songs to me
All too familiar manufactured misery
I do not believe this to be
A portrait of consistency
For everything will die
That lives in squares.

Thank you.

that tree. is just amazing, i now have a constant longing to draw a tree *twitches*

your gallery is very very awesome.

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Thanks for the .

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[link]
I will keep on forgetting to show you so'll i'll show you now-ish.


Teapot

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Scribbles in your Maths book; where art is born.

Hi Cindy,

*watchesyouback*

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im working on it! as soon as i can escape the homework

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np. would love to see more stuff like it.