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Art fight I did for my GF @dark-imagine-robots
Their Character Peter Whidden an au (Biome Endure ) version where he is a troll.
Heavily cropped images of these two old men having fun If you wanna see it you can find it on Twitter or BlueSky
Drew Peter ,, he for my part of an art trade with @the-quiet-kid-dark
Refs details for certain BiomeEndure characters I made for peeps I commissioned/Commissioning for better understanding of said details.
*Whidden, with fast movement, grabs Walker by the neck with his right hand. He clamped his hand on Walker's throat, but not with the extreme strength to choke him to death. Just to keep Walker still but with some to little air to breath. However, Peter's unamused and unphased expression stayed.* I can take complaments. I just don't let it get to me as much. I expect nothing more, and nothing less. I do not feed my ego, I only strengthen for whatever may come to bring me disappointment after joy.
Walker let out a strained cough as his eyes widened, startled- but only for a second before returning to his sly grin, a drop of black drool at the corner of his mouth as he wheezed softly with his breaths. He could feel the pressure- the lightheadedness beginning to take effect already.
He seemed... Content, almost.
“Alright, fine. To each their own, big guy~” He whispered through what little speech he could do, still not losing that smile.
*Whidden bent his back forward, slowly, to be at a eye to eye contact with Walker* I am a more than one thing, if you put it to be accurate. I am either the person who actually has succeeded in where others fail with the goal to the Joy of Creation, I could be just a dead thing that can devour any other restless souls that come in its way, or I could be something that can surpass those things. All in all, It is hard to say what I am. But I find you to be a slight joke to me.
So, not human, Peter thought to himself to confirm the obvious.
“A joke?” He deadpanned, his blank eyes staring right back into the other’s.
“Didn’t know I was supposed to impress you. What’s it matter to you, anyway?”
