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HUGE GIVEAWAY / CONTEST ! LOTS OF PRIZES ! [CLOSED THE CONTEST IS CLOSED I WILL ANNOUCE THE WINNERS ON MONDAY
Hello everyone !
Last month I had my 5th dA anniversary ~ :iconexcitedplz:
I was pretty busy with work and university stuff so I completly missed it...
But no worries !
A bit late but I am holding a giveaway / contest !
Comment on this journal.
Include a catchy "mintyy" phrase and /or a "mintyy" haiku if you want to win the best haiku or best catchphrase prize. (comments like : mintyy is... - do not count as a catchphrase)
If not you can just comment on the journal.
500 watchers giveaway! Winner AnnouncedWinner issss: :iconxxxcatharsisxxx:
Note me what you want for your prize~
I also chose a runner up who gets a halfbody lined and colored
Runner up is :iconramuramu:
note me for your prizes <3
Thank you all so much for sticking around with me ; v ; can't believe I reached 500. Soooooo I'm going to do a giveaway <3
-You MUST be a watcher. I want to do this to thank you guys so it's only for you <3
-You can enter TWICE, once by favoriting the journal and once by commenting below
-Cut off date is July 15th at 12pm (noon) PST
-I will put all the names in a randomizer to pick the winner. If you don't respond back in a few days I'll pick again
the winner gets one of three choices. Either:
3 half body colored sketches of the same or different characters
A design custom like so
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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