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For the last two years, I got very few chances to flex, my apologies 😔

Happy to finally see someone as enthusiastic as I... well, used to be 😅

It's not easy being the person in the commune who's responsible for the bi-hourly drawings of Vinnie from Brassic but someone has to do it

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I know right ✊️

It's not easy being the person in the commune who's responsible for the bi-hourly drawings of Vinnie from Brassic but someone has to do it

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I need to draw Erin :(

Themmmmm

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I rarely post texts here, but... I mean, any fandom is not complete without good old cannibalism, eh? :D

Vinnie gulps nervously, feeling as out of place as he has never felt before. All these private conversations with Davey have always made Vinnie’s anxiety go wild, but today it was really something else.

Firstly, he caught Davey preparing for dinner. And it’s not like Vinnie just appeared without a warning – Davey was the one to invite him.

Secondly, Davey did try really hard to make Vinnie having dinner with him. Vinnie refused politely, avoiding to say the real cause of rejection: the smell of meat hit his nostrils as he entered the house. Vinnie had nothing against it, but he himself neither enjoyed the taste nor liked the feeling in his stomach that was not used to such meal.

Thirdly, regardless Vinnie’s consent, Davey was having his dinner anyway. The only thing Vinnie couldn’t avoid is a glass of water, at least, but he hasn’t even touched that, because...

There was something deeply unsettling about this. The colour of meat, too dark to look like chicken or turkey. The way it was cooked so it looked almost entirely raw. The way even Davey with his big and sharp teeth struggled to chew it.

“What is that?” Vinnie asks, nodding at Davey’s plate. “Doesn’t look like chicken.”

“It’s not chicken,” Davey squints, as if expecting this question. And, enjoying Vinnie’s reaction, he takes a pause before adding: “It’s an exotic bird. They’re also called the birds of paradise. And it’s actually it’s liver and heart. It’s a... Let’s call it a present. So I insisted you should try it because it’s something you’re unlikely to have anywhere else.”

“Is it even legal?”

“Since when do you care?” Davey shrugs. And, fishing another piece with a fork, reaches out with his hand to offer it to Vinnie. “You sure you don’t want to give it a try?”

Pale red juice that looks so alike to blood drips on the table. It’s the most unappetising meat he has ever seen, Vinnie thinks. It doesn’t look much like food, but a lot like a piece of something that used to be living and breathing not that long ago.

“I’m not a big fan of meat,” he says, staring at the piece of meat. Davey doesn’t rush to remove his hand after hearing this.

“You are? Have you ever tried it?”

“I have,” Vinnie admits. “Will do with beer and enough seasoning.”

Tommo likes everything beefy. Well, in both ways. But Cardie is the one who consumes some crazy amount of meat, though he’s not even a real carnivore. Anyway Vinnie sees meat every day, a lot of it, so of course he tried it. And his stomach never hurt.

But...

Davey lowers his elbow, but keeps pointing at Vinnie with his fork.

“This is a special dinner, Vincent. And a special occasion. I invited you to tell some good news.”

“What news?”

“McCann is no more,” Davey props his head with his knuckle, drawing circles with the fork in the air. His pale lips stretch showing all his teeth, while his gaze roaming around the table top. He raises his head, and Vinnie doesn’t manage to react and look away. Their gazes meet. “Isn’t it a nice occasion to have a small celebration?”

“What do you mean, no more?..” Vinnie asks huskily.

Davey smirks.

“Went on a trip, like Manolito did. Anyway, where was I... I can see why you refuse, but I really wouldn’t like to celebrate all alone.”

“Why wouldn’t you call Donna?”

“Well, let’s agree on the fact that it’s more about you and me than about her.”

Vinnie makes a small nod, feeling his head start spinning.

“Just a piece. Purely symbolic,” Davey keeps tempting.

Vinnie feels like at least one of them clearly goes mad. He doesn’t want to clarify, but it’s kinda obvious Davey killed McCann. And while he doesn’t consider it significant enough to tell much about it, he has read a fucking lecture about this stupid bird.

“Alright,” Vinnie says, considering it dangerous to keep refusing. “Just one piece.”

Davey’s smile grows even wider and he straightens his arm. Vinnie still has to stretch his neck a bit to reach, and he grabs the piece from the fork. The meat is already cold, and maybe that’s why it seems so rigid, and it’s taste, as expected, feels like blood. Vinnie knows the taste because of this fucking leaver pie he tried at some wedding.

He tries to hide his disgust as he chews: Davey looks at him so closely he barely even blinks. Only making sure Vinnie swallowed, he asks:

“What do you think?”

“It’s too hard,” Vinnie says.

“Yes, it kinda is,” Davey agrees. “This bird wasn’t young.”

“You used to know it?” Vinnie tries to joke.

“You can say so. By the way,” Davey says as he never stops looking at Vinnie, “I don’t know if you aware, but a lot of herbivores start eating more meat these days. It’s cheaper, and every day I see these articles telling it’s even good for health. Do you know the saying, you are what you eat?”

“You’re trying to say now we are this old tropical chicken?”

The corners of Davey’s lips twitch. Which looks a bit uncanny given that Davey’s look stays absolutely still.

“And our... Well, mostly mine,” he corrects himself, “ancestors believed everything you eat gives you its power. And it’s not about the calories and shit like that, it’s more like something spiritual. Eat your enemy and you take his power away. You become just like him. It has something in it, don’t you think?”

“About your ability to adjust and... Being careful with what you eat,” Davey sends another piece of meat into his mouth. “This so called tropical chicken may not seem that impressive after ending up on my plate, but where it came from it was sitting on the top of the world, you know? Lacking any natural enemies. Until it met me, of course.”

“You sure has some fucking story with that bird.”

Davey laughs and finally changes the topic. The rest of the evening goes relatively nice, and soon enough Vinnie’s about to leave, but...

“I cannot keep silent about this, Vincent,” Davey whispers at his ear, “that this bird was killed specifically for me so I could share it with you. Share our... triumph over our enemy. Isn’t that symbolic?”

“Uh-huh,” Vinnie nods, feeling his throat going dry.

“I asked to rip its throat,” Davey continues. “That’s not how it usually gets done, but I find it quite important...”

Vinnie nods again. He really wants to leave, but Davey’s palm on his shoulder is pinning him to the spot.

“I hope you enjoyed it.”

...McCann’s body was found a lot later, when Vinnie’s almost forgotten both the dinner and the bird. McCann’s throat was cut. His body was dismembered. And despite it was awfully decayed, there was one thing that caught the police’s eye – lacking heart and liver.

Vinnie has never thrown up so hard before that day.

The Royal Meal

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The Royal Meal

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КСТТТТАТТТТТИИ, уважаемый руфд брэссика 🙏 Информирую, что у меня есть тг-канал, где я ближайший месяц буду пересматривать вышедшие 6 сезонов и делиться впечатлениями (в формате голосовых, так что если вы ещё и подкаст�� любите, то это вообще вин-вин), я уже два года в этой жыже, поэтому буду категорически рада обсудить абсолютно че угодно 🫡

Из минусов: я запечатлелась на очкасто-усатой гниде, это придётся принять 🥀 Но overall готова обсуждать че угодно, все персонажи классные, никого не обижаю :) (кроме МакКанна) Поскольку фд микрописечный 🤏 с определённой периодичностью вижу людей, которые приходят и говорят, типа, никто в моём окружении не смотрит сериал, а обсудить хочется, НУ ТАК ВОТ, если это про вас – приглашаю на огонёк...

ДА Я КРИНЖ... Но, как видите, за 2 года у меня не осталось ни гордости, ни чести, поэтому, пожалуйста, поговорите со мной, сериал кончается, другого шанса уже не будет 🙏

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🎶

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brainrot 🎻

text on the last one: “today is a sad day JJ is at the police station I started going to the doctor, wrote you down on the list of things that worry me, Tyler misses you, I do too, where are you”

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Burrow you GOTTA share where you watch Brassic! I’ve been wanting to get into it for the longest time but I haven’t been able to find it 😩(the art you make of it is picturesque, I gotta see it for myself)

I have a telegram channel with all episodes in English 👉👈 It's with Russian subtitles, but I guess it's not too bad? Sooo if you're okay with such an option, you can dm me :) It’s just that as far as I know, this channel was deleted once, so XD That's what conspiracy for

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/cough-cough/

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I've got a massive urge to joke about Brassic new trailer but it's gonna be my shipper shit again and I'm like digging my own grave choosing the least obvious character to be a fan of so ughhhhh

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I'm sorry but literally-

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There's gonna be more roe-Vinnie, with his neck tattoo this time :)

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I don't know if this crisis ever ends. I just hate almost everything I do, but kinda love it too, but mostly hate bc I feel like I'm the most disappointing artist ever

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D'ooh, so cute!! The textures! The cartoon-ish features!

💋💋💋

Love these guys. Mario and Luigi

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Answer to the "why halo and feathers" below

I had an angel!Regis AU back then in 2017-2018 sooo yeah seeing Regis in my tl I decided it would be nice to draw him bc if I don't no one will

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2019 vs 2025