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akino / sunny / soleil
extras (and just their bodies for me to remember)
original / normal / warmer
originals
bones...... XD

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💚/💛 (shatterage) redesigns... :]
akino / sunny / soleil
extras (and just their bodies for me to remember)
original / normal / warmer
originals
bones...... XD
"N'aw, I'm sure you'll get into the next one, Jet." Somehow, it doesn't sound that believable when she says it so full of pity.
"Like 'm gonna take a diss from someone who got out-repped by Green Amy."
instead of actually posting snipbits of my larger project i will instead. selfship art
🧡💚/💛 ( 14/10 ) (outdated)
Akino <3
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Soleil <3
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Sunniva <3
Bullseye~! A small pump of a fist and one toothy grin to his crocodilian companion.
Ah, the ever-beloved game night. Here and there, when peace times would stretch on without an Eggman-related interruption, Ms. Vanilla always thought it fun idea to invite the grand majority of Cream's friends over to stretch their limbs and be themselves for a bit. Saving the world time and time again was no small ordeal, so relishing in the moments where they could actually enjoy their hard work was just as important as the work itself!
There was food, drink, music, and the darling opportunity to flex some skills the fox kit didn't often get to show. Case and point, it would seem he was no slouch at a game of darts. Though it wasn't a time passer he frequented often, honed and well-trained would his aim need to be if he were to make a habit of hitting his mark with the slew of ranged weaponry he frequented. Good aim was simply a mark of his trade.
"Thank Gaia Ms. Vanilla won't let us play for anything but peanuts, right?" Another dart is tossed with a flick of the wrist, a double on sixteen. He's playing conservatively, an inflated ego thinks he's already got this game in the bag. "Maybe we can go play a game'a pool after this, eh? Knuckles dusted me last time, so I wouldn't mind brushing up to take him on again."
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