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[bunnillie]

Rarely do oc arts but yeh

[aura-luxe]

The last drawing for inktober 2018, Minako and Rei!

[r-f-a-scenarios]

moodboards → @kelverse

[bunnillie]

Sammy :)

[aura-luxe]

Y’ALL I’m opening a shop this Friday and selling my Inktober originals from last year!! And I’ll eventually be selling other things!! This initial run will have only 5 items available but I’ll be adding stickers and prints and things like that in the near future~

[xyloph0nes]

@kelverse that is definitely scandalous holy shit

[cazador-fruit-pie]

146: Pillows are over-rated.

ah, the love between a man and his dog.

the crackle of the campfire mixed with the pop of gunfire further in the old Vegas ruins. beyond the circle of light its flames threw they were surrounded in darkness, and the gentle strains of a harmonica was the only other noise to be heard.

“Who taught you how to play?” Cass said from under her hat, her arms crossed under her head and her feet propped up on their discarded packs.

Nash stopped briefly, just long enough to mumble, “My pa.”

“He dead?”

“Healthy as a horse, matter of fact.”

“Well he should be shot, it’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard.”

they both doubled over into racous laughter, loud enough to startle the dog from his sleeping post at the edge of the camp. Rex came padding over, his ears laid back nervously, and settled back down at Nash’s knee. Nash obliged him with a scratch around his braincase and told him he was a good boy.

Cass, who never seemed to be on the right foot with the canine, said nothing and poked at the campfire.

the night was warm, the air still and dry and bordering stifling. they remained relatively quiet as the fired burned lower and lower, and when it was just dying embers Cass said her goodnights. using her balled-up jacket as a pillow, she attempted to get comfortable on the hard dirt; when she noticed Nash was lacking a bedroll, she said, “You gonna stay up all night? We got a long walk in the morning.”

Nash lifted his head from his harmonica and nodded; Cass had heard of a wrecked caravan around the north of the city, they would reach it by noon the next day.

so, careful not to wake the dog, Nash adjusted himself so that his head was nestled in Rex’s neck, the hard metal of his torso cool on his scalp.

“Pillows too civilized for you, cowboy?” Cass muttered, an arm thrown over her face.

Nash took a deep breath, his nose tickled by coarse dog hair, the soft blue glow of the brain case dancing in front of his eyelids. “Pillows are overrated.”

[hexxxme]

@kelverse

    A face so radiant and a soul so tender and whimsical; such a lovely pair.