#planetsxend

[xaksu]

A Chaos possessed Zack-- commission for @planetsxend ♡ loved working on this and revisiting watercolour.

[devilreno]

@planetsxend​ liked for a small starter !

       He’s somehow snagged Vincent’s phone, going through the apps to find Among Us installed.

       “Yo, he plays this game?”

       Alas, it isn’t Vincent who’s playing it in reality. And Reno would think he can just get away with being nosy.

[vvalentinus]

sent: 1:13 AM to: Chaos subject: none text: did u find any

sent: 1:13 AM to: Chaos subject: none text: ?

@planetsxend

[drivenchaos]

@planetsxend​ decided to pester: Hey. Hey Vincent. Yoohoo! Hostie! I have a suggestion to this materia theft business. Lemme eat it. Can't be stolen if it's in your/mine/our belly, yes? It'll be like eating a gobstopper. With an extra kick.

speaking with chaos always leaves him ... somewhat exhausted. hand made of flesh pinches the bridge of his nose, tight, as he tries to remedy the slightest of headaches that begins to pound. as always, the creature’s voice manages to awaken tiny rivers of pain throughout his body, slithering through the crooks and crannies of his body.

“ hmm ... ” not that he is truly bothered by the remnants of chaos within him -- but -- how could it be that he can act so childish during these times? especially since they’re currently struggling to locate their stolen materia, a business that has most of the others on edge. “ don’t think that’s going to solve anything. and I would prefer to keep materia on the ... outside. ”

[xaksu]

Could I ask for a Cloudypuff in Tutti Frutti, please?

ICE CREAM FLAVOR ART MEME;;

tutti fruitti Cloudypuff sounds like a stripper name

[xaksu]

Gave in and made a patreon. You can find the peen on there :)

[xaksu]

For @planetsxend

[vvalentinus]

Softly spoken, highly amused: "I can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes."

           Bare fingers curl in the fabric of the loose collar.  As the gaunt regards his words carefully, eyes narrow just the slightest bit, averting their gaze.  He brings the cloth upward.

          “Mine are still soaked from the rain.”

          Of course...he isn’t entirely truthful.  Of course he has a few turtlenecks and quite possibly a fitting pair of sweatpants ( and socks...so many socks.  all of which seem to be missing their proper partners. ), and the WEAPON knows this...

          Lungs that do not require air inhale quietly.

          “...They smell like you.”