as a fellow curtain bang haver, I firmly believe these two keep it out of their face at home 🎀
anyway I’m slowly getting back into drawing and decided to doodle a cutesy father daughter art :>
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ALWAYS READ THE ASSEMBLY INSTRUCTIONS
a The Unlucky Ones snippet
“I’ve seen them all together,” Crop stated confidently. “The batch,” he emphasized with a knowing look.
Recoil looked up and snorted. “Right.” She turned back to the stubborn as fuck stain on her bucket. “Talk kark about something else. Everybody knows eerie shit happens when CCs are close together.” She had seen what went down when Marshal Commander Cody and Commander Doom had accidentally bumped into each other. Goosebumps broke out at the mere wisp of the memory and it hadn’t even been bad, or battle conditions. Or anything like what happened after Commander Faye—
“No, I swear,” Crop insisted and Recoil smothered the urge to rub her temples.
“You ain’t seen shit,” Forest chipped in, flopping down next to her and graciously helping himself to her blaster oil.
“You’re welcome,” she hissed and grinned nastily when he slowly put the oil down again.
“Anyway,” Forest continued, turning back to Crop, “as I was saying, you ain’t seen shit. Stop spreading this banthashit or you’ll catch crap.”
Crop tried hard to hide his embarrassment, Recoil would give him that.
“What are they teaching on Kamino these days,” Forest sighed. “We can’t have two CCs within five feet of each other or you’ll literally piss your blacks when the Curse goes batshit. So there’s no way you’ve seen the batch all together.”
Crop’s shoulders drooped. “Okay, maybe it was just a holocall with General Kenobi. But I swear Marshal Commanders Cody, Bly, Ponds, Wolffe, and Fox were there. The whole batch.”
Now that was interesting and disconcerting. Recoil grabbed the blaster oil Forest tried to inconspicuously snag. “What the hells’ brawl needs three systems armies and the homefront?” Campaign planning with two and more battalions already was a headache and a half because despite more soldiers in the dirt, life expectancy dropped ridiculously low.
Crop held up his hands. “No, dude—“
Recoil raised a brow.
“Sergeant,” he stuttered out, flushing red under her unimpressed stare. “It was about the Curse.”
“Did the commanders update containment protocols again when one of them goes berserk?”
“Something’s wrong with it.”
“Fucking hell,” Forest breathed.
“Something is wrong with it,” Recoil echoed. “Something is wrong with the Curse.”
Crop shrugged. “Seems like it. Marshal Commander Cody cleared the war room immediately.”
“Eyes only,” Recoil muttered to herself. “Shit is going to go down if they up the top secret.”
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Pearl and Cleo are like such silly weird girls when they’re together. One of them will say something in a silly voice and the other will repeat in a silly voice and they just keep going they’re like birds or something
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