Delta: Say no to drugs.
York: Say yes to drugs.
North: It doesn't matter if you say yes or no to drugs. If you're talking to drugs.. Then you're on drugs.
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Shaking the bars of my enclosure if u do any more agents can i pleas have dakota twins... i am Starving
maybe if they'd been just that tiny bit more similar, things would've turned out better.
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ty anon for this, it was surprisingly fun to design siblings! i dont get to do it often
(all my designs are f2u with credit!)
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You see there's a crucial difference between Spartans and Freelancers. Between their fucking insanity.
Spartans were indoctrinated as children. They are finely curated artisan crazy.
Freelancers are the results of some people looking around for the most fucked up individuals they could find and cherry picking the most batshit headcases possible.
See, it's artisanal insanity versus fully organic insanity.
Both results in people willing to jump out of airplanes or whatever.
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sorry if this is rude but I wanted to ask if u had drawn either or both of the dakota siblings in the past? ty for ur time ^_^
yaaaaasssss ^_^
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Everything about this pfl photo is Something, because C.T. Is shoved into the back, Washington blends in with them the most, North is boldly looking ahead with his hand on South’s shoulder, while South can only look down, Carolina is only looking at Tex, York looks happy and comfortable, feels like he’s the only one smiling in this picture, Tex is right next to the director while Maine is near the councilor, and Wyoming is stood to York’s blindspot and where he’d shoot him. Dunno man keeps me up at night
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Following up Tex with some twins content. I love and miss these two so much
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really good joke carolina everyone in the training room observation room laughed really hard
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I feel like a massive missed opportunity when it comes to characterizing wash is that no one takes advantage of the fact that he's not a liar—in fact, he's extremely open and earnest—but despite that he is still able to hide the truth from everyone around him.
wash knows people, he intimately understands people, and he has mastered the ability to read between the lines to weaponize people's perceptions against them. when people think that you're just some silly little guy they let things slip that they would never say around anyone else, and while any other person might forget what you said—wash won't. wash will remember.
wash skillfully sweet talks his way straight into your heart with his sociable nature and genuine care and earnesty, and it's only when he's got a pistol pressed against your head or your face smashed into a mirror that you realize just how much you fucked up. you shouldn't have underestimated him and what he's capable of, you shouldn't have written him off.
in that moment you realize never understood wash—in fact you never knew anything about him at all, all you know is what he let you see. how much of what you know is real? how much of it is fake?
you don't know, you can't answer. but wash? he can answer those questions when it comes to you, because he was always there in the background, silently watching and listening, expertly redirecting and deflecting focus away from himself by acting like a harmless goofy dork or well meaning but gullible dumb ass.
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