#krsh

[kindredsavinghuman]

Goodbye

Bye. I can't write you Axien. You ignore she/her. You're a "P̷̜̚ï̷̼p̴̭̀p̸͔̌i̶̻͐n̷̙͠s̷̟͛" lazing out Newspaper Void. Smell pay to deny you nothing. And do, You do kinda forget.

But do body the smash off that extend. That's everything here, and against none nonsense they loses disappearing down where You dismount the extend.

Opposite of @meangreengamblingmachine . Sorta like a Bizarro or alternate version, mainly for Battat but maybe other characters too!

Axien's actual pronouns are It/That or It or whatever, but it does also use she/her due to, y'know, being the opposite of Battat, who goes by he/him in MGGM.

Axien also is more than just a complete opposite. Sometimes it's blended in as a somewhat odd Pippins worker in the Newspaper Factory dark world it inhabits (by the way it talks normally when like that, not in opposites), and sometimes she's... Well, a thing. A thing pretending to be a Pippins, a thing wearing the skin of one.

Other characters MAY show up! Including ones like Jongler and Pluey, maybe Tenna, maybe Ramb, maybe even Mike outfits and the opposite of Mike, hell, maybe even Poppy! But most of the population of the Newspaper Factory dark world is actually normal!

[evilhorse]

Robin, party of one checking in!

[fangirl-lilith]

It’s been a while since I’ve drawn KureShin, so I felt it appropriate to take a break from The big KureGure project™️, and just do something else for a little while ;w;

[elespaciodejenn]

[ lo subo aquí para que no se pierdas entre los cachivaches de mi celular 💘 ]

[meangreengamblingmachine]

[Image: A bleak landscape clearly tinted red, with something standing upright in the far distance, staring. Text in the air overlaid on the image reads: I hope you get better. Part of the text doesn't actually fit on the image.]

- @kindredsavinghuman

[Battat looks at the image before burying his face into Poppy’s arm.]

[it was uncanny. Something wasn’t right. He didn’t want to see it.]

[maybe it was his hopelessness that made him shy away from the message.]

[…]

[he did hope for the same.]

[he just felt exhausted. He sighed.]

[kindredsavinghuman]

Sweep sweep... Brush brush... 😴...

[kindredsavinghuman]

uhhhhgghhh... Yet another day at the printing presses. My arms're killing me!...

[kindredsavinghuman]

WHO ARE YOU!? Why are you the opposite of me? Are you making fun of me??

- @meangreengamblingmachine

[The corridors of the Fixerup Newspaper Factory are rather cold. A sort of peanut butter colour for the walls and floor and ceiling, with a pillar at each corner turn.]

[For a brief moment, there's something standing halfway behind one of those pillars, tall enough to touch the ceiling with its head. Something like a Pippins, but moreso something with a Pippins's skin stretched over it, almost breaking because of how big it is. The eyes are far too long, a grin far too wide with no teeth, arms drooped, eyes staring, hyperventilating. A word in the air reads "what" for a moment-]

[Before everything is normal again!!!! Perfectly normal! Anything you saw wasn't real, there's gases in the air sometimes! It's just a pippins standing there god-knows-where in the factory, probably on her daily rounds of deliveries! Red as can be! Although... Doesn't her skin seem a little... Stretched?]

Whuh- who, me???? You're talking to me???????

[She points at herself, surprised.]