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Deviation Spotlight
- Dec 13, 1982
- United States
- Deviant for 20 years
- www.etsy.com/shop/NDWBaubles
- She / Her
My photography stuff
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Hello. I'm a random llama and points giver. uwu Here's a llama and a point for you~!
Do you like collecting books?
We invite you to come check out our Kickstarter for volumes 1 and 2 of our manga graphic novel books!
If you back the project...We offer rewards such as: the book, a full page ad, art requests, your OC in our webtoon update (with credit and link backs for promo), and much more! The lowest reward is only $1!
You can get to read it online to determine if you want a hard copy! It's linked in the Kickstarter. :3
Genres are: Drama/fantasy/apocalyptic/thriller/action/romance
(Sorry, this is a self-promo. It's hard for us artists to get out there too. Olawdy, I feel so bad if this is annoying so feel free to delete it. If you're annoyed, just delete it without responding. It takes a lot for me to gain the courage to post this haha. This is a one time comment for those I give llamas to so don't worry about it happening again. I'm just trying to gain more feedback and readers! Feel free to self-promo on my page as well. Anyone's welcomed to!)
Thank you for the fave 
You're very welcome!
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? 
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.
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And don't worry, they're pretty short.
No pressure though, only if you want.
Sorry about the late reply. Working on the backlog. 
