#spazzcat wips

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[loud metallic clonk]

Finished version here

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Skong,,,,,

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Giving Helsknight the hair I wish I had <3

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Since I traumatized you all today, here's something overdramatic and endearing.

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Channeling my inner @/leapdayowo and trying to do a watercolor of the boys.

Probably won't finish today but hey! It's progress.

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Working on a [large][late] Christmas present

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[squints at the surrounding plant life like it insulted me]

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Helsknight walked slowly down the hall, breath half-held, listening for any noise or disturbance. The candles flickered, casting darting shadows. They painted the walls and floor in twisting shapes, the dainty stems of the candelabras turning to writhing black snakes on the floor.

“This is so s-s-s-stupid,” Tango breathed, his voice a barely audible shudder. “I c-came here to look at p-pretty pictures and buildings, not p-play Phasmo in a creepy church. Impulse would-- would-- r-riot.”

“Isn't Impulse a demon?” Helsknight asked, more for the pretense of conversation than any real curiosity. “He'd be right at home in this.”

“He's not a s-scary demon,” Tango whispered defensively. “He shaves off the horns, s-stays away from p-possession stuff. No naked moonlight dances or blood sacrifices--”

“Damn,” Helsknight let out half a laugh. “And here I thought he might be useful.”