Who is Jennykind???? long hair, a terrifying mask, and a chainsaw for a hand??? kinda hot ngl
I adore her and her beautiful leather stitched totally not made of humans you guys mask and chainsaw hand :')))))
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Who is Jennykind???? long hair, a terrifying mask, and a chainsaw for a hand??? kinda hot ngl
I adore her and her beautiful leather stitched totally not made of humans you guys mask and chainsaw hand :')))))
I wonder how established duos like cliffxstitch became couples:3
With Cliff & Stitcherella specifically, I think it DEF came about from working/studying in such close proximity with each other (I kinda headcanon Cliff/Stitcherella/Jennykind were in a love triangle of sorts! Maybe still are??)
trick or FUKC YOU. Owned. Just owned emma everybody
trick or fuck yuo || selectively accepting
JUST GOT FUCKIGN OWND fuck........
“y’know, i used tae have a bow. i wasnae much good wi’ it, bu’--- bu’ i had one.”
- & @jennykind
▎ ❛ @jennykind ( starter call. )
❛ The Friends of Red Jenny seem to be becoming quite ACCUSTOMED to the hospitality of the Inquisition---I hope you DON’T take as much as Sera to playing pranks? ❜
“Before I come to south-lands I never see bears. I knew not even what they were!” Instead Adhlea was familiar with many more (potentially horrifying) animals but bears were creatures she knew nothing of. Giant spiders? Large, prowling cats? An array of small but venoumous creatures? At least they weren’t bears. “Why do such large cute things hate us so?”
@jennykind || startercall
( @jennykind )
being an ARCHER himself, talen could always come to admire the craft and weapons of his fellow rogues. this man’s fine bow had not escaped him either, not even through the crowd of soldiers training in the yard. padding toward him and settling beside him a crouch he eyed the shaft, “this is a beautiful piece, what wood did you use to craft it if i might ask?”