Mini map sketch book part 2
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Mini map sketch book part 2
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“holy FUCK, dude, those tats are fuckin’ WICKED!” she said, eyes widening. “where’d ya get ‘em, huh? i got all mine from some dude named colt at a li’l tat shop in downtown gotham, y’know? he’s good but he ain’t THAT good. your’s are intricate as fuck.”
happy born day rat — m.
❛ ... ❜
happy birthday ! ( i /may/ let you win sparring this time but i make no promises )
¡FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS, RAOUL! ( HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RAOUL!) | ACCEPTING.
a snort, && a single, elongated digit tests the solidity of his bicep. quirking a single, dark brow, a grin bathed in confidence like water snakes unto full tiers.
❛ GIVE IT YOUR BEST SHOT, i insist. ❜
✘;; — J A N E D O E (continued)
elongated digits entwine within empty spaces between another’s, && though his heart THUNDERS -- a feral beast to gnaw upon it’s cage of bone -- ( his arms pull in the other’s lithe form to his: an open palm ascending to cradle her raven-maned skull. ) if she had been any OTHER, trained instinct to DRAW WEAPON AND DETAIN would have been r e l e n t l e s s , and unwavering. despite the urge being unfulfilled, it COURSES adrenaline, still through his veins like ice.. muscles are hardened, pupils are dilated; and yet his embrace around narrow shoulders tightens against every other ( MAN-MADE ) inclination. whilst rodriguez’s jaw HARDENS, settling his jaw tight against the rest of his skull ( until teeth grind ) , earthen hues merely blink at the sight before the sound of sirens urges him to pull her into the shadows. through the perfume of SWEAT and the metallic under-taste of blood spilt remaining pungent upon his senses, full lips press unto the top of her mane.
❛ IT DOES NOT MATTER, now, it’s over.. we can’t stay here. come, ❜ gore was not a sight to SCAR the eye as perhaps it might to a babe. murder meant EMPLOYMENT; ( but the POWER of what being he bore close to his chest was enough to be ever-wary of. )
❛ come--! ❜ a reiteration.
I WILL CARRY YOU IF I NEED TO.
Finished the tiny map sketchbook
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MARGO I AM FUCKING TRASH AND YOU KNOW IT GTFO