wut is bro doing?
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wut is bro doing?
Me: This OC is not a pretty dude
also me, sketching:
OH NAW
Seeing how the ... Astral Express ... 🍌
... has gotten a bathtub ... is there potentially ...
a good real on ... 🍌 b a t h w a t e r ...
🍌 is the . . . trailblazer ever gonna. . . get into that monkey business . . .
Hesitation is eradicated as a concept as a blazing stir of Path power ignites from his hand. Pure Amber would elicit radiance, a sign of the soul's condition as Caelus finds himself heckled. Resolve would continue to be the blast furnace that allows this holy lance to keep such a pristine light. With a twist of the hilt, a rumbling stir crosses across that gemstone service as a merciless look is set within his eyes. It also begins with the banana.
How the word carved pure irritation into his mind. How through this very fruit, a history of countless battles storms through his mind like a freight train. "A ritzy one mind you, we all weren't just living off-a shower stalls to start us off." He immediately bites back, a step forward being made towards this shadowy figure. The Trailblazer's power would find itself being surrounded by rhymical stirs of amber, steeling his body with the force of Magma Will.
Come what may. He figures that trying to extend his break would be inevitable. Sooner or later, the advent of the apes would come crashing through his door. He's long cosigned himself to the destiny of being their constant foe. Amidst the steamed air, a pompous, cocky huff heaves from those lungs.
"The only place any damn bath water belongs is down a goddamn drain. How about my monkey business pertains to kicking that flea riddled head of yours. Ya masochist, you must really miss how often I'd happily lay the smackdown on those endless armies of allies." Caelus retorts. Soon, the wild tongues of flame grew higher in their reach, swathing around his figure like a wrathful god.
"Lance!" The signal!
they ova here tryna pick me up!