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Silly redraw of an old doodle that I kept skipping out on posting cuz i originally wanted to color it
Old version from 2023 under the cut!
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[2026]
Silly redraw of an old doodle that I kept skipping out on posting cuz i originally wanted to color it
Old version from 2023 under the cut!
i need him in a way that is concerning to feminism
does anyone else fantasize about being murdered so that you dont have to do it yourself
She's the quietest out of the varied bunch that have been thrown into this situation-- Shamir doesn't recognize her at all, which isn't surprising; she seems to be the type to be able to weave out of sight quite easily. Approaching people like this is certainly not her strong suit... and the former mercenary pauses to clear her throat before speaking. "Hey. How are you holding up?" Shamir winces at her own tone, realizing that she still sounds as clipped as ever. She really wasn't built for being the emotional support, huh? These things were better left to the others in their group... "Any injuries?"
She hadn’t noticed the mercenary’s footsteps behind her until she was speaking to her. Mark turns to face the voice, brushing her bangs from her eyes, to study her.
Do I know you...? It doesn’t matter. With their losses (and still something in her pangs to admit the losses), anyone willing to hold a hand out was an ally. Mark knew better than to turn away a helpful blade.
“I am... fine, thank you,” she answers, her voice barely louder than the noise of the others around them. “I... imagine, um, you also were... tested. I hope... it was not, um, too much.” Her gaze drops, at that.
Oh, Lord Eliwood, how will I ever forget how you looked at me?
“I am not... injured. Please, if anyone else is... tend to them.” The chill in her heart must have been the chill of betrayal, the weakness in her legs the loss of principle.
“Thank you, um, for checking on me.”
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MY SECOND TIME BEING SEEN BY ONE OF MY FAV GTA RP YTERS???!!!!!!
I love just sneaking in stuff on my intro and not telling anyone when I update it /silly