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// Okay, these enough HH/HB doodling for now || Ft. @save-slot-a and @splinter-sister
@fantasyconcrete @splinter-sister
I tried my best! 👍💚
moot doodles!
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@splinter-sister
hello hope it is ok tht i doodled your characters THEY ARE VERY COOL
i will do more doodles eventually but for now here is Three
I forgot to post these a few months ago. I sometimes do icons for friends and these were all the ones I did around Halloween plus one for my OC.
@splinter-sister liked this starter call!
NARANCIA WASN'T CERTAIN ON WHY HE COULDN'T GET FUGO TO TEAM UP WITH HIM THIS TIME AROUND. It wasn't even a risky operative nor an official mission, it was a rather mundane errand boy sort of task when he actually thought about it since Bucciarati was dealing with some business personally. But, perhaps, punching Fugo square in the face only to get stabbed in the stomach in retaliation should have been a pretty good hint on why they wouldn't pair up later on. Granted, it was their usual comedy routine, —to call it something—, though he truly did treasure their friendship as he was alive thanks to him. Learning to live his life to the fullest rather than surviving like another poor starving youngster in the streets.
However, the day kept turning for the worst as the black-haired stumbled across a Stand User that wasn't part of the organization but, rather, a junkie that consumed solely the product from the narcotics team that absolutely destroyed the mind. Impossible to replicate though it was unknown what kind of substance it was. A battle ensued which resulted in the perimeter being set aflame due to the enemy having a tracker type of Stand which left Narancia unable to truly escape as he couldn't abuse Aerosmith without this handicapping him in the long run, as polluting the air would blindside his radar.
Unfortunately, as Narancia was trying to avoid crowded areas, he kept dodging and running to the best of his abilities with an open stomach wound ( which his hand kept adding pressure to ), he bumped into a someone rather than something much to his dismay. Someone that had no business with any of this, but neither her nor Narancia could reason with an addict.
Purple eyes momentarily focused on the Stand chasing after him, before Narancia reached to grab her wrist with urgency and tug her alongside him to start jogging at the very least. ❝ We need to run, c'mon! ❞.
✏️ I humbly ask for Rach or Ryo.
¿Por qué no los dos?
@splinter-sister // Starter!
"You havin' a good time?" He sat down next to her at the bar, still wiping the sweat off of his forehead. The club was hot and stuffy, yet the vibes were good. Hence why someone sitting alone, caught his attention.
"Snrk... I'm so good at what I do. Idiots."