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i like the fact that hes very tall & big, but has a habit of trying to make himself small

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alephmaxxing 7
i like the fact that hes very tall & big, but has a habit of trying to make himself small
i'm used to coloring them on my phone and I switched to drawing on my computer. I realized they looked a bit desaturated there, so I updated a few colors, and they look So much nicer it's crazy
Aleph, "The Answering Machine" analysis: A story of a man whose own goal and pride is what opened his slow and painful downfall. (MAJOR 2.6
Now that Aleph has been released on Global and people have (hopefully) had the chance to read both Chapter 9 and his character story, I want to send an Aleph analysis I co-authored with a mutual of mine on Twitter back when 2.6 first came out on CN.
MASSIVE SPOILER WARNING FOR 2.6 AND ALEPH'S STORY. PLEASE READ THOSE FIRST BEFORE TAKING A LOOK AT THIS ANALYSIS
hq ocs part 2✌
part 1
We need more Zahir content :(
(If you don’t know, he’s one of Zalgo’s sons, and Lazari’s and Stripes’ half-brother)
who: zahir x romy (@saltandstatic) where: on the main road outside of the salty splatoon, around 4AM the morning of april 15th
a gust of wind blew past romy as she was lead out of the alleyway and out onto the sidewalk of the main road. as soon as the feeling of firm grasps on her upper arms left her, her own arms protectively folded and wrapped around her torso. in that moment, only the simple facts were really making an impact. the late-night cold, the bright and flashing lights, the building noise. the sight of josephina being further and further concealed as people rushed toward her. for about a minute someone tried to capture romy's attention, performing some sort of well-being check, but other than her eyes following a light here and a simple one-word answer there, she was unresponsive. that was, until a moment of relative quiet, when she wasn't being spoken to. not knowing what else to do—mind all electrical wires, freshly cut—she slid her phone out of her pocket and swiftly shot out a text. she couldn't remember ever feeling so alone, so shocked into stillness. just say the basics just say where you are just say something useful. someone else would know how to handle this better. someone else could be smart about it, helpful. anyone but her, who seemed locked in a tearful lull. it wasn't until some unbeknownst time later that the familiar voice came from somewhere over her shoulder. romy quickly turned around to meet it, eyes landing on her uncle. her shoulders instantly dropped with minor relief. "thanks for coming. i didn't know—" her head shook. "i don't know—"
3 fuckers who Eat Pasta for breakfast. Lore if you find it interesting underneath
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