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Born of Blood and Steel
Juan Japson Sevilla leaned forward at the deck rail of ferry. He tried to peered around the horizon for any sign of land. Despite the morning mist that obscured his view he was able to make out the silhouettes of the white rock cliffs of the Bravatinian coast.
He glanced downward and made sure that the briefcase that contained all his saving was still at his side.
A gust of cold wind caused him to pull his frock coat tighter. He wished that he had brought his woolen greatcoat with him, but that was probably still sitting on his bed back in New Trisos. Juan knew the northern kingdom would be cold, but not this cold.
“So what brings you to this fair city? Travel or business?” Another passenger appeared from below deck approached him and asked. He had that sophisticated northern accent that made the young traveller stop what he was doing and listen to what he had to say.
Juan was briefly tongue tied. Although he had studied Anglean, the primary language of Bravatinians in his
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History of the USS Atherton
The USS Atherton

Design
The USS Atherton was a Cannon-class Destroyer Escort, a type of ship that served during World War II These were ships meant for anti-submarine warfare. The ship possessed a Diesel Electric Tandem Drive. A substitution for the propulsion plant. It was 306 feet in length, with a displacement of about 1,620 tons. It possessed 4 diesel engines with electric drives and two propellers. This gave it a speed of 21 knots. Its armaments consisted of 3 3”/50 Caliber guns, 1 Quad AA gun, 8 20mm AA guns, 3 21 inch torpedo tubes, 1  Hedgehog anti-submarine mortar, 8 Mk 6 depth charges, and 2 Mk 9 depth charges.
History
The USS Atherton was ordered on January 18, 1942, and was built by the Federal Shipyard and Drydock company in New Jersey. It was completed nearly a year later on January 14, 1943, and launched on May 27 of the same year. The ship was then commissioned one month and two days later.
Its shakedo
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The Survivors Chapter 7
Arius's POV
The worst part of a battle's aftermath was the cleanup. To look at the faces of those you knew who would never wake again and subjected to watch those who were lucky, or unlucky enough to survive as they are carried away with ghastly wounds that almost make me wish that they had died. Having to search desperately in the carnage for those missing, and dealing with the pain of not knowing what happened to them.
Against the living dead.
With orcs or bandits I could at least take comfort in the excuse that these were brigands and barbarians who I never knew and probably deserved what they got. But with the living dead I had to slay those whose only crime was not being able to receive peace at death.
With each one I kill it feels as if though my humanity was slowly being chipped away.
This was likely another part of Arthas's psychological warfare. Damn you to hell and back you bastard. I curse then traitor princes as my men slay the last of the undead guarding the port. Compared
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The Rising Lion Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Matlal leaned on a high niche and watched as the young boy gripped the end of the spearthrower tightly under one fist as. He the oldest of his class, fourteen summers, more than half of those spend training here. Like the rest of his fellow warriors in training he wore nothing but a loincloth that allowed others to see his skin unmarked by either scar or tattoo. Yet.
He turned at his heel and turned to the head instructor. A tall, lithe man long past his fortieth summer and with a bald head save for a single long braid of obsidian that fell to his back. A symbol of his rank among the feared Twin Snakes, if his highly decorated armor was not clue enough.
The weapons instructor folded his arms, letting the tattoo of the eagle at his back move alongside his muscles and nodded to the warrior.
The boy circled his opponent, flexing the fingers that held the spearthrower before allowing a primal roar to rip through from his mouth. He sprinted forward. Those who matched him, others b
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Youth
Princess, Youth
Wearing her riding leathers and boots in the place of her skirts and dancing slippers
She climbed atop her favorite horse from the stables and riding off
Galloping towards the meadows of flowers
Done with her lessons and now happy to be away from her tutors
Now free to explore the world to her heart's content
Her boundless energy carrying her all the way
Not a care I the world save for what’s for dinner
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PJO Fanfiction: Joyrides
Ryan Colt sighed as he bent down on his knees and started to lift the heavy box at his feet. He braced himself and wheezed heavily as he hoisted it over his head. The contents started to shift side to side with a metallic clang.
"Katie I need some help." He grunted to the other Half-Blood in the store as the crates contents shifted all to his side. But Katie was oblivious to whatever he was saying. In the sunlight that shone through then big window on her, the Daughter of Hermes looked a bit like a Filipino princess. Long black hair flowing freely down to her shoulders, brown eyes that looked out longingly. Shensat tall, proud and ready to spring into action.
Gods he hoped whoever sent it here had the sense to shut the box tightly.
The wooden lid clattered on the floor behind him. Oh, I guess not. Before he could even blink, a dagger suddenly slid from the top and embedded itself on the floor.
"Shit!" Ryan cried out and struggled to balance the box and slide it to the top shelf, all th
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History of the Hamilton
The USCGC Hamilton

Design
The Hamilton is a US Coast Guard High Endurance Cutter and the lead ship of its class. She was 378 ft (115m) in length, 43 ft (13m) In width and had a displacement of 3250 tons. It was designed to provide fairly good accommodations to the 173 crewmen, this includes air conditioning.
At the time it was the first ship in the US Military to use the shipboard application of aircraft gas turbine engines with pitch propellers. The Hamilton has two 18,000 horsepower gas turbines, giving it a speed of 28 knots. Additionally, it has two 3,500 horsepower diesel engines which can give the ship a speed of 17 knots for 14,400 nautical miles without refueling. The ship also possesses a bow propulsion unit that can provide excellent maneuverability.
It also contains a flight deck and hangar capable of handling a helicopter.
For weapons its arsenal consists of an Otobreda 76mm cannon, 2 25mm Mk 38 guns and a 20mm Phalanx CIWS (Close in wea
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The Rising Lion Chapter 3
Chapter 3
For the first time in years there was celebration in Yongheng city but the true people of the Yuandong, not the false emperors and his Kublai who took part in it.
The air was filled with smoke as firecrackers exploded in rapid succession while fireworks were lit and launched in a brilliant explosions of light and fire. Not unlike that off cannons. Bright red paper lanterns had words of prosperity and personal messages written on them were lifted into the air and the sky was filled by hundreds if not thousands.
Great round drums were struck in a rhythmic beat that brought people's attention to the acrobats dressed up in a pair of lion costumes, one red and then other yellow did tricks by performing great leaps or having then men stand on each others shoulders.
So many that there was scarcely sight of the streets in between the mass of humanity pressing against each other. So many that the emperor's servants had to be stationed in regular intervals to relay announcements. That
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The Survivors Chapter 6
Nori's POV
Finally here. I feel my irritation grow, not at the men for they in all respects made good time and stopping only for one or two short breaks. No my anger was reserved to only one man. The golden armored Captain leading the column up front, in quiet discussion with his most trusted officers.
At first it seemed like he understood the full gravity of the situation. He ordered a forced march through the day, smashing any feeble resistance we came across until he decided to stop and reorganize the armies disposition.
Instead of a single broad column that would sweep across the undead, he instead changed it to three smaller armies. All his most experienced troops were sent to the left and right detachments while his less reliable troops made up the massive center force.
This change of plan caused considerable time to the point that almost all the time saved in our rapid march was wasted.
The only thing that I could solace in was that Arius mentions that he had secured the keep wi
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History of the Goeben
The SMS Goeben
Design
The Goeben was a Moltke-class Battlecruiser. These were better armored and larger than their British counterpart. She was 186.6 meters (612 ft 2 in) long, 29.4 m (96 ft) wide, and had a 22,979 t (22,616 long tons) displacement level. For boilers it had 24 coal fired boilers which gave it a top speed of 25.5 nautical miles. The Goben boasted an arsenal of ten 28cm guns, a dozen 15cm guns as secondary weapons and a further 12 8.8cm guns plus 4 50mm submerged torpedo tubes.
History
The Goeben was the second Moltke-class battlecruiser to be built by the Imperial German Navy. She was ordered on August 8 1909, completed on march 28 1911, and commissioned on July 2 1912.
When the First Balkan War broke out in October of that year, the German high command decided that they would need to have a naval presence in the Mediterranean sea. The Goeben and a light cruiser called the Breslau were selected to make up the new naval Mediterranean division. They visited a number of po
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Juan Japson Sevilla leaned forward at the deck rail of ferry. He tried to peered around the horizon for any sign of land. Despite the morning mist that obscured his view he was able to make out the silhouettes of the white rock cliffs of the Bravatinian coast.

He glanced downward and made sure that the briefcase that contained all his saving was still at his side.

A gust of cold wind caused him to pull his frock coat tighter. He wished that he had brought his woolen greatcoat with him, but that was probably still sitting on his bed back in New Trisos. Juan knew the northern kingdom would be cold, but not this cold.

“So what brings you to this fair city? Travel or business?” Another passenger appeared from below deck approached him and asked. He had that sophisticated northern accent that made the young traveller stop what he was doing and listen to what he had to say.

Juan was briefly tongue tied. Although he had studied Anglean, the primary language of Bravatinians in his university, he hadn’t spoken it in years. “I am here for business.” He managed to say with some difficulty.

The northerner looked Juan up and down, then nodded silently. He felt a small sense of relief at the man's approval. It had taken him close to an hour to pick out his clothes. Although not suited for this chilly weather, his outfit was quite fashionable in the kingdom; a finely made coat, crisp black trousers with ankle length boots and a top hat.

“What business would that be?” The man asked, pulling a cigar from its case and lighting it. Like the other people of the north he was paler compared to Juan’s brown skin and perhaps half a decade older than him with curious brown eyes and equally dark hair that was not hidden by a hat. He wore a frock coat as well, albeit more suited for the weather with brown breeches and black boots that went up to his knee.

“I would like to make my fortune here working as a correspondent for a newspaper company.” Juan explained, adjusting the collar of his jacket as a stray gust blew it up.

The Bravatinian blew a ring of smoke and turned away from the deck rail to face Juan,. “A newspaper correspondent you say? A growing need in my country true enough, but don’t you Pinowans prefer to try their luck in Madriales?”

Juan nodded again, seeing his point. Most of his people favored their colonial master, the more southern neighbor of Bravatinian, but he was not most people. “Aye, but they have not embraced the printing press the same way your country has.”

The northerner seemed surprised at Jaund knowledge and for the second time was at a loss at how educated this southerner was. He offered his hand to Juan. “William. William Bowen.”

“Juan Sevilla.” The Pinowan replied, grasping his hand firmly and shook it. His grip was firm, yet there was none of that unnecessary squeezing. “So what brings you to Bravatia?”

William beamed proudly, puffing his chest up and moved his coat aside to reveal the blade hanging at his hip. It wasn’t like the conventional short, straight saber. It was a long blade with a slight curve favored by the pirates and sailors. “I’m starting my trading company here.”

“Trading company?” Juan didn’t know why he was so surprised. It was no secret that Bravatinia boasted one of the largest overseas empire in all of the five northern kingdoms, with territories in every direction, and consequently the largest fleet of ship for both trade and warfare.

“Land ho!”  A sailor shouted from the crow's nest. As he said those words, the great port of Lennitz came to view. Its harbor stretched for three and a half miles and had enough room for one hundred ships. The lighthouse built atop the cliffside beside the port cut through the fog like a candle to darkness.

Still he supposed it was because in the village he came from the most people ever hoped to be was soldier or maybe a farmer. Few ever interested themselves in economics.

“Aye.” A defensive edge crept up in William’s voice when he spoke. He looked to his fellow passenger with an intense glare. “Is there a problem there?”

“No.” Juan hurriedly replied, hoping he didn’t offend the northerner. “It's just that business isn’t a common trade amongst my people. But I wish you the best of luck William Bowen.”

William briefly narrow his eyes at Juan’s, scanning his face for any signs of mockery, but once it was clear that he meant what he said, a pleasant smile returned the pale man's face. “And to you Juan Sevilla.”

With that, the northerner took his leave and disappeared into the crowds of passengers emerging from the lower decks. Almost all were Bravatinians, or from one of the other five paramount empires. The five northern countries that virtually ruled the rest of the world. Most of the people from the southern lands that Juan could find were either servants for the passengers or workers for the boat, though he did spot one or two men from Raayjali with their white turbans and fine suits.

No one paid Juan any heed as he picked up his suitcase and stared at the  port one last time from the deck rail. The ships moored were bunched closely together to form a forest of masts, from large bellied galleons, beautifully hand painted pleasure barges, small fishing boats that were hard pressed to hold ten people and sleek battleships bristling with iron cannons.

A gangplank was lowered by a crewman on the ship's portside. The captain had made an appearance and stood beside the gangway, smiling and greeting passengers. He was a portly man in a crisp white uniform.

Juan quickly found a place in the line that formed as passengers filed out. The skipper blinked in surprise when he saw Juan, but nonetheless offered him a polite smile and tipped his hat to him, a gesture the Pinowan returned.

He marched down the plank and breathed in the brisky, misty air  before signaling for a cab. A horse drawn carriage detached itself from traffic. Its driver opened the door for him. “Where to sir?”

“32 Barrington street.” Juan replied and climbed inside, setting his suitcase down next to him. As his carriage drove through the streets, he looked from window and drank everything in.

The industrial revolution had taken Lennitz and all of Bravatanian by storm. Dozens of factories rose in the city's skyline, only rivaled in size by the resplendent marble palace of king Norrington XI.

Even in this early hour the city was already alive with activity. Hundreds of workers were mixed normal crowds as they made their jobs. Virtually every building had a shop on the ground floor, selling bread, meat and clothes.

Houses were common enough, but apartments now outnumbered them. He saw two young women is their frilly white dresses emerge from one such apartment, giggling and walking towards a perfumery.

Roads were made of cobblestone that were much smoother and less bumpy than the dirt roads he grew up in. The cab driver looked from the horses for a moment. “It's a wonderful sight is it not?”

“It is a magnificent city.” Juan agreed, peering out the window as a group of children ran after the cabs. They smiled and pointed him, a wave was his response.

“Well you can thank King Archibald for that.” The driver replied solemnly, referring to the king's father. “God bless his soul.”

As the carriage made a turn the moved to a new section of the city. His heart immediately stopped as he saw the change of scenery. Whereas the first part was bustling and lively, this area was oddly deserted save for workers who occasionally left a house, hunched back and with a dead look in their eye.

His immer architect was horrified and screamed at him to move faster. There were fewer shops here and more residences in the street. The buildings were practically merged together leaving scarcely any room in between. Cheap slate and concrete seemed to be the main material for construction. One look at the crumbling structures confirmed his suspicions.

Water that was now dark browed flowed freely on the sides streets to sewage grates. Juan wrinkled his nose in disgust as he put his head back in the carriage, the streets stank of waste.

Even with the rising sun, this place felt dark. In the sky he saw the cause; the factory loomed ominously overhead, it cast an even greater shadow that nearly consumed the entire street. From the darkness, or at least the people hiding in the darkness seemed to follow after him. Juan felt a sense of relief when he reached into his coat and felt the butt of his pistol.

The driver laughed as his carriage began to slowed down. “Not used to this part of the city eh?”

“I am not used to any city.” Pinowan admitted.

“A country boy then?” He smirked as his carriage pulled moved towards the side of the street. “I’ve been seeing plenty of those here recently. Well, welcome to Lenitz.”

The horses unceremoniously came to a complete stop as the driver hopped out pulled the door open. He still had a smirk on his face as he helped Juan with his suitcase. “Well, heres 32 Barrington street.” The driver spread his arms out to show an ugly three story apartment building that looked older than Juan’s grandfather and was covered in a layer of soot.

He looked at the sign on the side of the door and true enough in rusted brass was the numbers 32. Feeling his hopes deflate, Juan reached into his pocket and paid the driver his fare before entering the house.


A quick sweep around the house told Juan that there was a single rest room in every floor, rusted pipes, moldy ceilings and walls, and what he certainly hoped were not bullet holes.

But then again he didn’t rent the apartment here for safety, he rented ot cause it cost a measly two and a half Crowns a month. He shut the door and made sure that  it was locked, and that his pistols hammer was cocked just in case.

Juan sighed with relief as he sunk into his chair, feeling the aged leather resting on his back. Though there were holes that exposed the yellow stuffing, it was one of the few luxuries he had.

He set his suitcase on the table and unlocked it. The lid was pulled upwards to reveal a typewriter resting a stack of papers. Some were blank and meant for the machine while the others contained important documentations he needed. There were his toiletries and extra sets of clothes including an extra pair of boots. He also brought a few memorabilias from his home, and of course there was most of his life savings. Over twenty-five thousand Crowns in neat bills.

Those he kept carefully into the hidden compartment in his suitcase before sliding it under his bed. Juan walked over to the closet and pulled it open. He wiped the air as a layer of dust was blown out. Something squeaked and scampered out from the armoire that caused him to jump back. As the rat ran towards the little hole in the wall, Juan was tempted to trying taking a shot at it with his pistol but decided against it.

Once he was sure all the parasites from the closet were gone, Juan proceeded to unpack his clothes, hanging his coats and pants while setting his boots on the floor. He kept the toiletries on the nightstand along with his family pictures before sinking onto the chair.

With his unpacking down, Juan began to sort through his papers, separating his passports and other documents he might need as an immigrant along with those that were blank, leaving him only with the reports his contacts in Pinowa had given him.

A smile slowly began to form on his lips as he read the documentation again. It was a series of interviews from the farmer's in his home countries, expressing their thoughts on their colonial masters. As he ran through them, ideas already began to form about the title and story he had. His fingers began to press against the typewriter, each key he pressed made an audible clicking noise. Juan glanced at his pocket watch and grinned. Only nine o’clock, that's plenty of time to get some writing done.
Born of Blood and Steel
So this is another story I was thinking about. This one was inspired by the Philippine Revolution against Spain (and later America) Some characters, especially the Pinowan Characters are inspired by the Philippine Heroes. I invite people to try to guess whose based on who. Philippines I salute you! Rainbow Dash (salute) plz 

So is this better than the Rising Lion, worse. Feel free to tell me what you guys think in the common. If you like it, why not fav it?
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The USS Atherton

USS Atherton by Ironwarchiefwarsong

Design
The USS Atherton was a Cannon-class Destroyer Escort, a type of ship that served during World War II These were ships meant for anti-submarine warfare. The ship possessed a Diesel Electric Tandem Drive. A substitution for the propulsion plant. It was 306 feet in length, with a displacement of about 1,620 tons. It possessed 4 diesel engines with electric drives and two propellers. This gave it a speed of 21 knots. Its armaments consisted of 3 3”/50 Caliber guns, 1 Quad AA gun, 8 20mm AA guns, 3 21 inch torpedo tubes, 1  Hedgehog anti-submarine mortar, 8 Mk 6 depth charges, and 2 Mk 9 depth charges.

History

The USS Atherton was ordered on January 18, 1942, and was built by the Federal Shipyard and Drydock company in New Jersey. It was completed nearly a year later on January 14, 1943, and launched on May 27 of the same year. The ship was then commissioned one month and two days later.

Its shakedown took place in September, performing naval exercises in the Chesapeake Bay and made two cruises to the Bermuda. In November of that same year, she made her way to Puerto Rico where it began its anti-submarine patrols in the waters between the Virgin Islands and Anegada Passage. On November 24 she made contact and engaged a submarine, though there was no evidence of damage. Three days later the ship was relieved and returned to Norfolk. There she began training crewmen who would serve in Destroyer escorts. On December 11, 1943, the Atherton would take part in a convoy escort to the Panama Canal but return to the Hampton roads by December 27.

From 1944 to May of 1945 she would serve in the squadron Task Force 62 that acted as an escort for convoys from Norfolk and New York to various ports in the Mediterranean including Casablanca, Oran, Tunisia, and Algeria. On May 9 she was returning to New York City, but en route she encountered the German U-boat U-853 which had sunk the coaler Black Point. The Atherton dropped four depth charges, among others things and was credited for destroying the sub along with the Moberly a ship that was traveling with the Atherton. Because of her actions, she received a bronze battle star for that kill.coaler Black Point. The Atherton dropped four depth charges, among others things and was credited for destroying the sub along with the Moberly a ship that was traveling with the Atherton. Because of her actions, she received a bronze battle star for that kill.

On May 28 she sailed to Cuba and arrived on June 1, 1945, and continued to perform naval exercises with Escort Divisions 13 before returning to the Pacific five days later. She arrived at Pearl Harbor by the end of the month and continued to perform naval exercises until July 15 for the Marianas. She reached Saipan there and conducted antisubmarine patrols there. On August 5 she went to Ulithi and worked as a picket station there. Between August 19 and September 16 she served as an escort ship from Okinawa and remained in Saipan until the end of the war.

By November she started to head back to the USA and arrived there on December 10. She was decommissioned after until she was transferred to the Japanese Navy on June 14, 1955, to Japan.

She was renamed the Hatsuhi and served in the Japanese Maritime Defense Force for 20 years before being sent back to the USA.

The Atherton was later transferred to the Philippine navy in 1978. After a refit in South Korea that gave it extensive modernization.  It was commissioned in 1980 as a patrol frigate and renamed as the Rajah Humabon. She acted as the backbone of the Philippine fleet and continued to serve until 1993, only to be brought back into service in 1995 and underwent refits in Cavite Naval Dockyard.

Other minor refits had the ship's weapons, engines and sensors modernized, though due to lack of spare parts its anti-submarine weapons were taken. She had already started to experience hull problems in 2002 and was repaired by the US Navy during its visit to conduct Naval drills. Additional upgrades were added such as a satellite communication system.

By 2005 only a handful of her weapons were still operational. The Rajah Humabon continued to act as a patrol ship, joining in naval exercises and acting as an escort to visiting dignitaries. She is scheduled for decommissioning by late 2017. As of now, she is one of the oldest serving warships in the world.

BRP Rajah Humabon by Ironwarchiefwarsong
History of the USS Atherton
Now bringing you one of the oldest serving ships in Philippine history.
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For the first time in almost two season we have a Squidward episode that I can fully enjoy. So the plot of this episode is that after asking out another squid on a date Squidward needs Spongebob's help in teaching him how to behave. This could have easily been just Spongebob being annoying and causing trouble for Squidward like he always does, but instead he actually gives so legitimately useful advice such as asking about the girls day and complimenting her. Just because of that Spongebob is still very likeable. Although he does act kind of stupid, its nothing too horrible and is actually pretty funny. Eventually Squidward gets fed up with Spongebob and snaps at him right in front of the girl he was supposed to go out with, but rather than storm off in disgust, the episode subverts our expectations with her being impressed that Squidward was standing up for himself and they go on their date.
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· A creativist must keep only the root inspiration alive.

   

· A creativist must always grow.

 

You become strong in many ways. You gain strength through practice, being emotionally strong, have disciplines, learning from the past or future headstrong self, through God. A creativist must be lucky. That comes from believing that everything will turn out great in the end and go on, then things will eventually become better. (But do use your reason.) The third point clears things from getting complicated. It’s very easy and very dangerous to be stuck in hoarding memory, in a creativist’s case, what things have inspired them. With time this list grows and the worry to lose those little things ‘that made you’ increases. Instead, you should keep the root inspiration – the book, the movie, the game, the experience, the feeling or the want – that maybe be one or three. Because that is the one that paved the path for you, what actually made you, all the others just come to teach something. And you can always regrow your list if you need. You must keep growing and expand your ground. (And stick to your one ground.) Don’t be stopped by the limited knowledge, skills or critic at the moment. You always learn throughout your journey. Let the words let you focus.

 

We hope you rise quicker from every slump you fall. And if you have any suggestion to make in these words, do reply.

 

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Ironwarchiefwarsong Featured By Owner May 1, 2017
Thank you for the post :) It really is an inspiration
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PeriodicFable Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2017   Writer
Thank you so much for the favourite!
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Ironwarchiefwarsong Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2017
Np you deserve it
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SabrinaAmatistaKaila Featured By Owner Feb 28, 2017  Student Artist
EH sori hehe(do u understand tagalog?) i forgot to thank u for the fav and watch...waitta minute did i already thank u? sori sometimes i get pretty forgetful XP
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Ironwarchiefwarsong Featured By Owner Feb 28, 2017
Opo, naiintindihan ko ang tagalog. Your very welcome for it
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SabrinaAmatistaKaila Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2017  Student Artist
yeeeey! 
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