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Was scrolling through my old harddrive and found this gem. I can’t find the original image or artist anywhere so if anybody knows who to credit for this masterpiece please share!
For now let me just go get a cold shower whilst my ovaries recover from exploding 💦💦💦
youngesthorseman
//moving it here to limit confusion with the open starter//
Kat roared at him, her legs kicking out at him and her wings flaring out trying to pull free of his grip. Her lack of speech would be an issue for getting answers.
War: [text] I can’t feel my legs (sorry for the spam, btw, It's just good to see you back on your muse).
“What do you mean you can’t feel your legs?”
War: "I'm trying to sleep here!"
“Not anymore.” said Death, grabbing his things out of the closet.
War chuckled. "Look at what the corpse dragged in."
“Indeed,” said Death. “It’s been too long.”
War: ✂
Considering it had happened to him before, severing War’s arm had been surprisingly easy. Oh, Uriel’s balance was ruined, and it would be some time before she could fly with ease again, but in the here and now she suddenly found herself with the upper hand.
Bleeding too heavily to live long, War had no choice but to lash out with his false arm, hoping to end the fight before he was unable to continue. He needn’t have worried: Uriel would never allow a warrior like him such an ignoble death.
Unsteady, but faster and with the greater reach now, Uriel dodged the wicked edge of his gauntlet and lunged, plunging her weapon into the biggest weak spot in his armor-- the hole left by his missing arm. The blade came out his other shoulder, knocking the pauldron off with its force.
“Farewell, Horseman.”
She yanked upward, cleaving his neck and head full in half and showering her in blood. And so fell the youngest of the Four Horseman.
youngesthorseman
The sounds of War sharpening Chaoseater could be heard.
{➹} – Too bad that sound could be anything and Sonic was chalking it up to something particularly not dangerous.
Someone needs to take Photoshop away from you.
THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I SAID
