#pistolbitten

[dieviskais]

TOBY THE TASMANIAN TIGER

[heroesparade]

❝ CHARMY! No firearms! ❞

[penthousedragon]

finished those doodles~ prolly not gonna color them, but just a few ideas i had to put down

[drstarlines]

❝    eggman  is  an  abuser.    ❞

@antihedgehog​

[cosmcther]

"Y'know somethin' funny, luv? I BARELY come 'round 'ere. I mean, I burned Genny-Weenie, I shot an' robbed Linguini... See? I'VE done lot'sa bad shit! But then I hear through th' grape vine that YOUUUUU'VE been makin' cubes feel bad or some shit? Well, lemme jus' say it: I, Nack Jovi Queen, am LOVIN' this new Rosy-Wosy I'm lookin' at!"

     ...She would make this quick. 

     A wand had been gripped in her hand, casually thumbed during her the walk home. Its handle’s smooth metallic surface a comfort as each click of the heel rung through her head like sirens. It was only when people walked past did that trance-like state cut itself short. A smile propped against her face, shining a happy grin for any and all to see. Wave hello, laugh at the long day’s brief mention, and continue.

     With Nack Jovi Queen’s words? Her Star Wand vanished into shimmering dust, eyes closed with a sigh. Magic swathed her fingertips, coated her palms, and constricted around the weasel’s throat. And don’t bother reaching for a gun, any and all useless shots would bounce off of a protective bubble that sprung up with each bullet’s release. Finally, should she see that tail of his do anything but squirm, there would be a black heel’s point prepped to kick and stab it with the weight of several worlds. 

     The tighter her fist clenched, the deeper her nails pierced flesh, the additional pressure Nack would feel crushing his neck. She had half a mind to squeeze until his head popped like a balloon, but as a thumping in her head bludgeoned her mind’s insides, a simple clutch of the snout would suffice.

     Right hand lifted, the jerboa-wolf’s levitation following its motion. Left hand gripped his muzzle with the force of raging meteors. Shrieking comets sailing throughout the sky. No throat left to loosen air with, no more lips left to flap.

     Finally, he was brought in closer, head steadily settling by his ear. “I am not in the mood.” Spoken lightly by his head. She’d not play his games right now, even if that meant losing them. She was tired, she was upset. They’ll have their verbal battles later.

     Once words were uttered, both her magical grip around the neck and the physical clutch of the snout would release, tossing the purple heap off to the side for himself to recover. He was a tough little thing, he’ll get up. But not before she was long gone, headed to something far more worth her time. 

[auroraicefieldarchive]

@pistolbitten​ liked for a starter

He knew Nack liked sweets, but he wasn’t expecting the guy to attack a cake as if he were eating someone to death. Maybe he’d forgotten to eat properly today, and was ferocious. It had just come out of the oven, how was he not on fire right now?

Next time he’d definitely learn how to make an ice cream cake. At least that wouldn’t burn anyone’s mouths.

[ghostbustingreen]

@pistolbitten​

    ❝W-Wh-- What are-a you doin’ back-a h-here?❞

[flammend]

@pistolbitten​

❝ You have a strange description of fun— ❞