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Hand slips on keyboard// ♀ ツ wh OOPS
Send ♀ if you would ship our muses sexually.
(( Kitten... I didn’t know you were interested in this scaly butt like that~ XD
Lucky for you it’s August next month. B] ))
Send ツ if you would ship our muses platonically.
(( Lucas is always up for more cuddle buddies and people to just talk too. =3 ))
The artist noticed the uninvited guest approaching toward him with monsterlike footsteps. He remembered what Pauling said - to raise the intruder alert upon sighting the giant bear of a man - and yet he simply froze. The paralyzing fear of being beaten beyond recovery had the poor artist's heart race; his body could not move as he seemingly shrunk against the large brute as he towered over him. Samson blinked once, twice, and then asked hesitantly, "M-May I help you, sir... ?'
Wallace frowned, glancing around for a moment before pinpointing where the voice came from--that little guy in purple. He looked like he was expecting the Heavy to turn around and bite his head off.
Perfect.
“Naw. I’m just lookin’ around, is all,” he answered with a smile, acting as nice as possible. “Checkin’ out the old workplace, y’know? Used to work at this place before these wars. Helluva lot different now, huh?”
Cute headcanon meme; when Zed snores, its not very loud, but you could hear a faint hiss. And whenever he grows embarrassed, he makes a rattling noise, like a rattle snake. But the noise comes from his throat, of course.
Post the CUTEST Headcanons you can think for my muses. If they’re adorable enough, I’ll make them canon!
//YESSYESYES. APPROVED!
this is so cute –
✂️ 5'3" !!!
Send me ✂ and I’ll compare our muses’ heights
//Boop. Separate post–
How Hot is that character ; Samson.
Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY | A BEAUT.
Finalsimation: “Too beaut.”
The artist made an attempt to placate his weeping, grieving beloved by wiping his tears and holding him close. "There there, Zed. I know this is hard. I will help you through this." He looks back at Ares and frowns, "I'd appreciate it if /maybe/ you could be a bit more understanding and supportive, you know? This is like losing a child, for fuck sake."
Zed buries his face into the other's shoulder and wrapped his hands around Samson, sobbing loudly. Unable to form coherent words while sobbing, it just comes out as quiet, sorrowful babbling.Ares walked over to a closet, digging around a bit. "I am being sssspportive." He pulls out an old fire axe. "I'm going to ram that fucker'sss ssskull in for desstroying the only good remaining thing we had of our passssst." He swings the axe over his shoulder and holds it there, thinking. "Well, that might've been our fault to begin with." Shrug.
"Yes, ma'am, of course! " Samson pulls out several completed poster drafts, all 8" x 12", from his messenger bag and lays them out across the woman's office desk. "One half for RED, and the other for BLU, just as instructed. And I'll print out the ones you like the best in whichever size you wish."
A puff of the cigarette cradled tightly by her painted lips. Her small frame is bent at a slight angle. “Ah yes...” Her bony finger tapped at one of the examples of work, and with her free hand, she removed her cancer stick. “I want an eighteen-by-twenty-four of this one...and eleven-by-fourteens of these two.”
"That's not what you said. You said he LOST Mila. That could've been interpreted correctly had you said in the first plave that Mila was killed." Samson held the hands of his trembling lover ever so softly and pondered out loud, "We have to get to the bottom of this. And we will, okay, Zed? As for you, Ares, I'm gonna need your help. It's not in my job description but it seems I'm gonna have to become a detective for a while."
Ares simply shrugged. “True.”
Zed nods, just barely managing to choke back a sob before he broke down crying. Ares just rolled his eyes at his twin. “Sssoundss like a plan to me.”
