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I might start doing OC dumps eventually, depends.
I'm working on a huge project!! ^_^, take a Vesper, the God of Time+Space doodle while I do !! :D
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MARS REDSTAR FULL BODY
An 18-year-old almost 19-year-old self-proclaimed ghost hunter and detective, who 100 percent does not commit breaking and entering on a very regular occasion. (Lies and deception.)
made a blog for my project :D for anyone whos interested!! might take a bit for me to be comfy sharing everything with it, this is extremely special to me heaheh, but i hope u all enjoy when i do ^_^
this is also a HUGE wip so not everything is done yet!
COSMO PFP
havent introduced him yet but :)) !! still proud of this
u can use this as a pfp with credit.
Heyoo!! i made a discord server for my project :), ty oc,au and rp servers for inspiring me to do this/hj
i have silly stuff, art, oc projects, roles, and more!! ^_^ i worked rlly hard on this so i'd appreciate if anyone joined, but its completely up to u!! /g
https://discord.gg/vw6Uy9nBvB
sinking.
i don’t think i have it in me to swim any longer.
hey. its devil, and today i am going to be talking about how i hate my fuck ass BROTHER
reason 1: he's stupid
reason 2: he's dumb
reason 3: other words for stupid
reason 4: he makes me do ALL the work around here on Earth, he feeds off my work and my work alone, why don't you get a fucking job bitch???? or do you not want to and u just don't wanna admit it cuz ur a little loser, am i the only one in this family(excluding diana shes cool) who can do something around here????? do i gotta do ALL the work for you??? DO I NEED TO MAKE A HANDBOOK, WITH INSTRUCTIONS FOR YOU ALL TO GET HOW EEEASSYYY THIS IS???? JUST GET FUCKING GOOD. I FOUND THIS GUY IN A PIZZA PLACE. A PIZZA PLACE !!!!! IT TOOK LESS THAN A WEEK TO POSSESS HIM.ITS SIMPLE. AS SIMPLE AS A B FUCKING C!!!!!!!!! FUCK.
i hope he dies a firey death just so i never have to see his ass again, Onyx, God below, please fulfill my wishes. -THE FUCKING DEVIL
Hostage
Silly short story I made
In the bar where the adventurers and vultures came to hang around once entered a man with his hair and eyes the same shade of red.
He asked the crow at the bar for a shot of rum while he leaned in to listen the stories the others where telling. At that moment, a member of the royal guard was sharing his recent mission, in which he had beheaded a traitor.
‘And you, redhead?’ A tall lady sat next to him. ‘Why have you joined us tonight?’
The redhead finished his rum, his mouth still like stone, staring at his newfound audience. If I am to tell the truth, i must admit, he didn’t have a clue what to say. He didn’t indulge in the idea of a crowd.
‘What’s up with your eyes, stranger?’
‘I don’t sleep well, what can i say?’ He responded.
‘Tell us your name!’
The man took his coat off, under which he wore a pretty tunic, the type rich snobs would buy.
‘Lonnie.’
The whole establishment roared, begging Lonnie to tell them a tale. They figured from his appearance that he of all of them had stories to tell.
They were barbarians, sure, but, above all, they were lovers of legends.
And, while he drank a glass of water, he finally found his voice.
‘You see’, he started, ‘I was wanted even as a child. It’s pretty funny if you think about it.
I was finally home since escaping the state of a hostage, this was after the revolution, but the authorities kept bothering me. The one who had captured me was, somehow, alive and they desperately wanted to know where he was.
I knew he would find me and the police always on my tail wasn’t helping me.
He took a while to show up. Even I was starting to think that he had either died, or he had forgotten about me.
Of course, we met eventually, outside the park fence while i was going home from school. Imagine being a kid and meeting your own aggressor again, in the dead of the evening, alone?
The bar had gone silent.
‘And, what did you do?’ The lady asked, her eyes glinting with sympathy. ‘Did you give up?’
Lonnie shook his head.
‘No. I took my pistol and I shot him in the legs because his shield was the size of a plate, and he was a fucking idiot.’
All the people and the vultures of the bar laughed in unison while Lonnie downed his water. He also chuckled, if only a little bit, because, when something hurt, he could only bring himself to spit and laugh in it’s face. With blood shot eyes, you don’t ever have enough energy to tackle it head first.
(Picture from the beginning is from Gris the game)