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- Germany
- Deviant for 10 years
- She / Her
I am a traditional german hobbyist artist, who loves to write, draw respectively be creative at every opportunity. That is why I always have a block and at least one pencil in my pocket - you can never know exactly when you will be inspired by the muse :)
Coloured pencils are my favourites, but I also love drawing with charcoal or rendering in water colour.
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Awww dankeschön!!! 
Das ist so lieb von dir QwQ 
Sehr gern geschehen! 😊
Thanks for the llama 😍
I knew a llama once. At least I thought I knew him. I mean, how well can anyone really know anyone, much less a llama. With their air of mystery and thinly veiled contempt. It’s hard. But I digress.
His name was Kevin. But for reasons I will never understand, he would only ever answer to Albert. Identity issues aside, things started out okay. The usual introductory sniffing and sneezing went well, despite his allergies, but then things started going downhill during the ritual licking phase of the pleasantries. We pushed through. And had it not been for the spitting, we might have even been able to make it work, but alas, after just 3 seconds of bittersweet brotherhood, we finally decided to part ways. It’s kind of sad, when you think about it. Spitting seems like such an innocent thing to fight over, but he was pretty adamant that I should stop and that was just never going to happen. We might have overcome that issue, but Kevin, like all llamas, was very competitive. First came the stench competitions. Then it was belching contests. And lastly, a painstaking count to see which one was hairier. You can clearly see why our relationship was doomed. The poor fellow was a bit of a sore loser.
So he snuck out, taking with him a failed friendship, an obliviously optimistic dread of the future, and my sixth favorite toothbrush. Now that he is gone, I can honestly say, it's for the best. He was too much of a chick magnet anyway and who needs that poultry drama? ヽ(ಠ_ಠ)ノ
Full disclaimer, as Kevin’s official biographer, a position of which he blackmailed me into (don’t ask), I’ve been instructed to inform you about his ongoing series. The journey starts here with The Kevin Chronicles - Chapter 1, and this gallery contains the rest. You should check it out.
*End of cue card*
And don't worry, they're pretty short.
No pressure though, only if you want.
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You´re very welcome 
Thanky for sharing your story with me I might give the cronicles a closer look, it sounds interesting
Thanks. Stop by anytime. We're always open. Nobody's home, but we're open nonetheless. 
