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Quickening 101 with D.

This is a slightly-more-detailed-but-still-brief version on the basics of Quickening, in numerical format. I’ve written this a long time ago and never had the time to expound on it. But they’re informative enough that I can make do without further explication. Unless I want to be scholarly about it, in which case I will approach it like a grad student writing a thesis 😐

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This is an experiment; make of that what you will

The beginning and the end originally have the recipient and the sender respectively, but I took them out (as well as the names in the poem itself) because it won’t make sense, anyway. This is just an emulation of a potential character, but nothing is set in stone.

It’s been a while since I’ve written poetry, and I am ashamed to admit that I kind of like my works better during 2008-2009, when I was still full of purple prose. God, I miss reading/writing poetry, back when I still had the time in the world. 😦

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To Kimchi, with love

There are a lot of things I want to do with your prompts. At first, I would’ve done all of them, but that would take me a long time. I took your first option: handcuffs. But I like option number three. And six. I’ve always wanted to draw a scene between businessman!Cain coming up to frontliner!Yvette and frontliner!Yvette asking him if he has to declare anything and Cain replies a ridiculously cheesy pick-up line. IT’S RIDICULOUSLY ROM-COM-ISH BUT I CAN’T HELP IT. D:

So I did this instead. This way, I get to put my journalism education to a very good use. (Shameshameshameonme.) And it’s very embarrassing to write a pseudo-fanfic of my own manga. I won’t be surprised if you condemn me after this ;_;

It doesn’t have a title. It will never have a title.

Also, sorry in advance for my trigger-happy attitude for image filters. Filters make my art socially acceptable.

Excuse me while I go slit my wrist.

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