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Besties
Edward Okuń, My i wojna (We and the War)
1917-1923, oil on canvas,
Neptune/Okun (Undyne) rerefsheet finally finished!
Brackish Okun has such nice legs I am going fucking mad
DO YOU SEE THIS FUCKING KINGSHIT!!!? I LOVE ME SOME SEXY OKUN CALVES HNN❤️🔥🥵
@okun (Brack, cont. from here)
Milton smiled. He had no idea how this was the man he had fallen in love with, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Brack was chaotic, uncontrollable, loud, and everything Milton wasn’t. He was a wonderfully passionate man with such a big heart Milton couldn’t help but be charmed.
“I imagine it has something to do with your tendency to overwork yourself, not sleep, not eat well, and generally run yourself into the ground. But what do I know? I’m just your doctor. Which means,” he leans over to adjust Brack’s pillow. “I have to take care of you. And you just have to deal with it.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and took Brack’s hand. “I took care of you every single day for twenty years. I’ll do it for twenty more and then twenty more after that. I only want to be by your side. Every single day. No matter what. You can’t get rid of me, babe. I love you.”
@okun (???)
Third of Five was on Earth. They had been abducted from their Cube, which was subsequently destroyed. The Collective had fled.
Third of Five had been left behind.
They could not hear their voices.
There was a human, a strange human with long hair, that was with them. It didn’t matter how many times Third of Five told them they would be assimilated, they didn’t seem to believe it.
They watch the human for a moment. The human didn’t appear aggressive, not in the way Third of Five was used to.
Third of Five became... curious. Why were they being kept there? Some species kept prisoners, particularly after a victory in battle. They don’t know why that idea makes them feel like they should attack, before the human has the chance to attack Third of Five.
But Third of Five doesn’t attack. The human had been in there with them for a little while and had not attacked. Perhaps they weren’t a prisoner like that. Perhaps they would just be kept there. Or maybe they would be broken down for their parts. They were broken. They’d been damaged in the fighting.
They approached the human in the slow, methodical way the Borg did. “What is going to be done with us? Are we to be reabsorbed?”
In the Lemon Orchard
By Edward Okun
1923
“Musica Sacra” (1915) by Edward Okuń (Polish,1872–1945), oil on canvas; private collection
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