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Lookit at how fucking cute @holykhepri boi iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis
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Some Bean lovin’ right here
Lookit at how fucking cute @holykhepri boi iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis
artfight 2019 attacks!! had a blast this year <3 characters belong to...
@holykhepri @roarmorris @saladsnek
@meowrai peony-vibes
@mindbitten (and my boy monte; genasi love!!) @arrowit (and my asphodel <3)
drawingjupiter @faezerdraws
Hello!! I just wanted to pop by and tell you that your art is super gorgeous and deserves so much more notes!!! (i love the way you draw Gage! aaaaa!!)
thank you so much! I mean I’ve only drawn him twice but I try :’)
I’m glad you enjoy my stuff <3
reader in the process of being turned into a (faced) mechon? o:
I’m assuming this is a continuation to this? Either way, spoilers below!
After the pain came the numbness. You couldn’t breathe, but you found that you didn’t need air. It didn’t feel like you even had a body. Maybe you didn’t anymore. Maybe this is what death was like.
Suddenly, everything was bright and loud and simply too much. You wanted to cradle your head but you couldn’t move. You had a body, but it didn’t feel right. Nothing felt right.
There were sounds all around you that you didn’t recognise. You still couldn’t move, but there was a voice. There was someone talking to you, but you couldn’t understand a word of what they were saying.
When you did get the chance to finally, finally move your body, everything started to hurt. You realised something was wrong. This wasn’t your body. It was too big, too bulky. Not right.
When you managed to open your eyes, your heart stopped bleeding. Well, it would have if you still had one.
Your Homs body was gone. The body the Bionis had given you was gone. Replaced with a mechanical one. Given, no, gifted, by the Mechonis.
Images of creatures attacking a city -Agniratha- filled your mind. It was the Bionis that had attacked first. The Mechonis had done nothing to warrant it and its attacks now were nothing but retaliation. Smoething at the back of your mind told you that attacking out of fear was wrong and would only perpetuate the cycle, but that thought was quickly whisked away.
The Bionis had to pay for the destruction and pain it had brought about the Mechonis and her people.
(whispers) how about dickson asking you out for a drink :3c
No need to whisper :)
Drinking with Dickson
It was a warm, warm summer night in Colony 9.
All you wanted to do was to take down a freezing cup of water and lay on your tiles to feel cool again.
Your plans were thrown out the window when someone wrapped their arm around your shoulders.
“Hey!“ It was Dickson. “Good work today. Wanna go down to the bar and celebrate? My tab.”
You couldn’t say no to that.
Like promised, he payed for every drink, so you indulged yourself. Oddly enough, he hung out with you for most of the night. You two talked mostly about work, but it was still nice to talk outside of work.
When you decided you’d had enough and were heading home, he escorted you there, saying: “there could be smoe creeps out there.”
You knew that even if you were slightly drunk you could fight off some low-lives.
“We should do this again some time,” he said as you two reached your appartement.
“Yeah, we should,” you agreed.
♧ je moeder
Ik hou ook van jou.
You’re my: Chibee. My bff that I need to see more often like wow we live half a town away from each other how do we never see each other??How I met you: School. We were (are) a bunch of weirdos.Why I follow you: Art. Plus I follow like all of your blogs beside some askblogs??Your blog is: Hella rad. Your URL is: Something I miss-spell at least three times before eventually getting it right.Your icon is: Pretty afffffA random fact I know about you: Has no impulse control when if comes to buying stuff (same tho)General opinion: My fave chibee in the whole universe <3A random thought I have: Secretly hella jelly you’re going to DCC (bring me a bday souvenir or something lmao)
(coughs) B-Blood Lobster is at it again but instead of bringing a bomb for you to find it’s valentine related... :3c
:3c is such a powerful emoji and i love using it tbh
You sighed when you received a message from the Blood Lobster. You’d been running the city all week and were getting tired of them, but you were doing it for the good of the city, so it was fine.
[i left a little something special for you in deliverance park, youll want to go get it :3c]
Well, it wasn’t like you’d had actual plans today (that was a lie: you had some damn missions to do, and then some well deserved food) You walked quickly to the park. You kept an eye out for other lobsters you might have missed, but you were pretty sure you’d gotten all of them in the residential district by now.
There was nothing too obvious in the park, so you did the rounds, looking under every bush. That is, until you spotted something red under a bench and ran over.
...It wasn’t a lobster.
It was a box of chocolates. You looked around, confused as all hell and unsure of this was actually what he’d meant. You comm went off; it was a message from him.
[Happy Valentine’s Day!]
You couldn’t see anyone else in the park, so he was probably watching you from far away.
You shrugged. you weren’t one to complain about free chocolate, even if it came from someone who was a terrorist.
Alright let’s get kind to Mumkhar. How about he got declined by his valentines several times and is drinking his sadness away at his usual bar spot and then reader comes to cheer him up. maybe even ask him out. Poor bastard.
He hadn’t expected them to actually go out with him, so much so that he’d already made plans at the bar. He hadn’t had too many drinks yet, but he was working on it when you sat next to him at the bar.
“Did you get rejected too?” you asked after you’d ordered a drink.
“Yup,” he sighed.
“Well, there’s somehting we have in common on this Valentine’s Day evening,” you said, clinking your glasses together before taking your first sip. He cheered to it too.
You asked him about the person he’d asked out, and he talked about her. In your opinion, she was an idiot for turning him down.Sure, he might be a soldier, but that was hardly a valid reason to turn someone down. When you told him as much, he cheered to that.
You drank for most of the evening with him, though he only took two more beers after you’d gotten there, busier talking to you than actually drinking. You were havnig a good time, and you were hoping he was too. There was nothing quite like joining together out of spite for something and becoming friends because of it.
It might have been because of the alcohol, but you eventually asked him if he’d like to go back to your place. He agreed.
Tonight would certainly be interesting.