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just had the dumbest idea:
pixzloy as the "9 months in my womb making me suffer" meme. with zloy as the mother, of course
ive been doodlin them non stop recently
We Pixloy posting on main because I’m hella proud of this
hi i am simply a poor little recap enjoyer. pix n zloy 4 bingo?
zlix taught me all i know abt them— and im counting them as dilfs for the funni
A lil bit of pixzloy chicken block art I made a while ago because I'm patiently waiting for the next episode of the new chickenblock'd series despite being scared to death by the spider chicken every time it pops up.
Another fic, this time it’s Pixzloy because 6:50 am.
Pix watched as Zloy tried, and failed, for the eleventh time to climb out of the chicken pen. The chickens squawked angrily as he tried to climb over, pecking at his stitched leg. Zloy yelped, falling back into the pen.
“Pix! Help me!” He whined, leaning over the wooden rail. “ They’ve trapped me...” he sniffed, feigning sadness. Pix looked over to see the glorious mess Zloy had managed to get himself into.
The boat used to escape the pen was occupied by two sleeping chickens, and the boat to enter the pen was the exact same way. Zloy was slightly unkempt, and looked exhausted. His pants were rolled up slightly, revealing his calf’s for once. He rolled his eyes, placing the saplings down and strolling over.
“Zlobert, you need to stop being trapped by your own chickens.” Pix huffed, crossing his arms. “One day I’m going to leave you in the pen and let you fend for yourself.”
Zloy whined. “You love me too much for that!”
Pix rolled his eyes. “True, love. But you’re getting on my nerves for sure.” He reaches over the fence, grabbed Zloy around the waist, and lifted him out of the pen, the chicken brigade angrily clucking at Pix.
“My hero!” Zloy fake-swooned, laying a hand on his forehead.
“Yeah, yeah. Save it for next time you’re trapped in the coop, you dork.”
This is so me when I