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Dunno if you know the character but do you also think that Wrench from Watch Dogs 2 would be good friends with Hemlock? I just started replaying WD2 and had this thought as Hemlock became my new hyperfixation, can't get this damn skull punk out of my head
I. NEVER PLAY WATCH DOGS 2. UM. IM SORRY IM NO LONGER COOL-PILLED AND BASED. Tell me more about it tho 🥺
Well, this was a fun egg to paint. Brusha, while not personally a fan of actual fire, really did find it a fascinating subject to paint and depict, due to how one could always draw such a dancing shape however way they saw fit. And the dragon shape was a fun shape to paint as well-- such majestic subjects for any kind of art piece, even for something as simple as an easter egg.
Looking up at the Dragon Lord who requested the painted egg in question, once the egg is completed, she hands it to him. And not a moment too soon, there is a long line of other people lining up to have easter eggs painted for them.
"Here you go, sir. Please enjoy this... oh, and have a Happy Easter, of course."
The towering dragon picked up the egg within two of his claws and brought it to his face. He couldn't turn down an offer of an egg - a DRAGON EGG no less! He squinted at the craftsmanship before finally delivering an evil cackle.
" Yes... YES!!! HAHAHAHA!! It's PERFECT!! You FOOLS have no idea what you've DONE!! With this egg, I shall utilize my FINEST dragons to hatch this creature into THE MOST POWERFUL DRAGON HATCHLING DRAGON'S DEN HAS EVER SEEN!!! "
He has no idea what Easter is.
“ tell the truth. ”
3, 4, 5 starters: still accepting.
"You don't like my answer." Huh. "Weird. Wouldn't you like the other one even less?" Cường asks, unfazed but prodding beneath this demand, that fire in her words and the courage in her bones. Yes: his muscles do ache, dull but terribly. Another soul may have singed to her, too, all but gone up in quivering flames, but it's jaded wisdom that lets him cant his head. His gaze finds her staring: say it! Tell the truth...! "Don't wear yourself thin always looking after someone else. It's okay. I'm here. Okay." And what more can he ask for? Besides-- "What would you do if someone wasn't okay?"
" maybe you're right. "
3, 4, 5 starters: still accepting.
It's vague, but Cường turns ever thoughtful to it -- roused by it, stirred from fatigue by it. He's not sure where in the grand scope of 'right' Verin's proposing he's landed on, like a whittled knife cleaving a dartboard in half, but he's thinking it's horrible, cruel and terrible. No, he knows it is; he seldom 'sees' otherwise. It doesn't spark any joy in him. Cường rests his head, eyes dark and dreamy. "Maybe I don't want to be," he murmurs, chin slotted in the cradle of his arms, hair all a-flutter. "And maybe I won't be. Maybe what I want doesn't matter anyway, but I think it'll be nice for once, an okay, almost ending. Not picture-perfect. I'll settle with 'just right'." He's still staring. "Maybe I close my eyes and see she gets to rest for once, watch her lay her head to look at the stars sweeping over her. Resting. Content. Don't have to move so fast, so often. Chasing endlessly. I get tired watching her. Maybe I don't wake up in a cold sweat the morning after, and maybe that's what I'll ask for: to be wrong for once. That's okay, isn't it? Simple, even."
Crickets chirp. He thumbs constellations on the counter.
"I told you I'd suck you off, what's with the face— Ah, I forgot to specify again, didn't I?" - chigothic
He’s lucky he put down the gin. Hearing that, it would have barreled on right up his nose smacking the taste of bar into his brain for days, but as it is, the world’s taken some rare pity on him tonight. Yagami sputters. He looks offended, and a sigh tumbles tiredly from the purse of his lips. “Right. And why ask a guy out for dinner if you can eat him ou–" Wait. Nice try. “Okay, I’m at least three shots away from finishing that thought.”
"Whatever you think I did, I didn't do it."
“Is that your opening defense?” Yagami wonders comically. His brows work together, and this woman, vague and cliche in her greeter as she is, yet manages to pique that pavlov’d part of him that leaps for conflict. Well, what does he think she’s done? Oh, the unraveling of the cornerstore drama! Interested, he puts his bento down, and eyeing her jacket, pretends it’s nefarious shoplifting. “Gotta say, the prosecution isn’t impressed. Looks bulky under there.“
{ You made Flowey's FC Cameron Monaghan? 5 stars A++ 10/10 }
honestly i’m not sure anyone else would’ve worked as perfectly
