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"What do you mean you can clean everything else spotless except yourself?!" Crossover AU of WereCleaner, in which you are a janitor werewolf who cleans stuff and avoid being detected by your coworkers, because then you have to clean their corpses too. Because you ate them.
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Archon's Burden from the best cozy fishing game DREDGE.
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A pair of hardened adventurers, ruins delver, rescuer of poor haughty rookies
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The drawing is 3 days late for valentine because they be eepy on the job
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Sudden urge to draw them as furries If the sizes are animal-accurate fatim would be much smaller
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Some dump that started because I wanted to properly picture Roland's teeth. He's got some mean semi-retractable dentures that can grind bones, and he's not afraid to use it. They're really large that if he extends them all the way his lips can't close properly. The also semi-retractable claws are sharp, deadly and well-maintained, their real purpose is to hold and grapple while his fangs do the tearing and crushing. Fatim can casually rotate her head all the way to the back, that he's still not used to seeing even after all the years together. She also has very-seldom-used ability to eat without chewing, and even-less-used ability open her mouth really wide. Not pictured: her ability to stabilize her head while the rest of the body moved, much like many avians.
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They are both highly capable and deadly in their own right, but he's always especially protective to her, and more wary of any approaching outsiders. She understands that it isn't that he thinks she's weaker or more vulnerable, rather that it stems from, in his own words, his great insecurity over his own competence, and his worth as her equal.
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Sometimes it's unclear which came first; the giant fungi colony, or the everything else around it.
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Height differences sometimes make things tedious but at least it gives convenient excuse for frequent cuddling.
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Hello my name is Fatim the witch and my favorite spell is 4 bore rifle round blast
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Fatim and Roland. Lore bits: She's holding a .50 BMG pistol. Not the fastest, most practical or easily concealable, but it can reliably kill a spliced soldier, whereas smaller caliber may not even penetrate their skin. One such jacked-up spliced is her husband right there. --------- I changed his eyes color, not sure which one I will stick to but I'm currently digging this one.
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There are also traveling merchants.


One of the more notable ones is this fellow who peddles in all sorts of stuff, from tools to guns to even suspicious books of dubious magical languages. He never reveals himself beyond what's not covered with thick clothing, and insists that he's rooster-spliced.
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If she didn't stop him he would take her leftovers and the entire plate too
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