Evil despicable me be like . .Im having a good good day
its about time everyone else gets their ways.......
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Cat
King is a cat without being a cat.
There's probably more I should have drawn but meh
Seam is a proud parent lol
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Cupid's Bow is Out
Cupid's Gun is In
You
You've been shot
Oopsie
Thank @karmadoodles for the sheer amount of help and refs xey gave mee
(no smoke undercut)
(click for better quality)
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Just had a dream where the police asked the sister what she had fed her brother that day and she replied-
"Oh, just his daily dose of a beating." Like bruh, wtf?
On the next half I was flying a tiny plane above the stratosphere. Dreams are weird man.
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I’ve never agreed with something this much Jesus Christ
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“Hey babe so I’m gonna hop on your space bus later today to threaten y’all so like let’s just pretend we don’t know each other ok? Cool luv ya”
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@batailleuris asked:
❛ you’ve lost a lot of blood . ❜ (@commandanteur) || darling nightshades (selectively accepting)
The thrum of war rang dully in pitched-out ears, so far away from whatever corner of the dying world that Lena hd tucked herself into. Stationary, frightenly immobile, with one leg twisted beneath her and the other feeling so detached from her formless body. Briefly, she considered the war that played out in front of her - the purple hue of Null Sector Omnics, the sharp blues in contrast of the Strike Commander jacket, sweeping toward her-
Brown eyes slipped closed, weighed down by the heft of the world, of her responsibilities, by the gaping hole that oozed blood. Fast, at first. Slower, now. What would be left of herself once the act had been completed?
Of all ways to die, bleeding out wasn't the worst way to decease. A chill overtook her fingers as Lena sagged back against the car she had found solace in. She hardly acknowledge the man's voice, echoing down the long hallway that was the route to death.
But dutifully, like the obedient soldier she was, Lena forced exhaustion-laden eyelids open. A Herculean effort, but one she completed for her commanding office.
"'Suppose I 'ave." Her accent slurred through her speech. It had stained her gloves, matting the wool of her jacket and spread its tacky, iron smell across everything it touched. "Pre'y sure 's all meant t' b' in me, not-" Lena gestured at herself weakly and coughed.
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NEW PHILOSOPHY TUBE PREMIERES TOMORROW AT 1730 BRITISH TIME!
I'll be in the live chat from 1700!
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