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(Feels bad] (draws wybie) well nothing changed but here he is

Realistically he is a lot more bruised than I give him credit for and either has bad acne or just a lot of pockmarks on his face.

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god. fuckin prideflag . havent even made sydney a design yet but she's either orange or yellow. there's marie who uses the lightened colors of wyborn. and idfk if michels even is anything but cop colored

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god. fuckin prideflag . havent even made sydney a design yet but she's either orange or yellow. there's marie who uses the lightened colors of wyborn. and idfk if michels even is anything but cop colored

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I did not draw his JohnLovesYou self even though that's his original one...

ANYWAYS, D.X. / Eamon S. , everybody!

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Wyborn not having a good time on my artfight. (There's creatures)

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me n who (I can be both)

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polycule except it’s isaac, jessie, john and gary

actual chaos would ensue

(i saw you mention that jessie gushes over gary, isaac is kind of similar with john)

(1st image is a commission from Zzoupz)

I can make any polycule infinitely worse by inserting one of my characters into it. this is my firm belief.

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no im not

JESSIE?????????

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oh i have somebody to throttle

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i didn’t do anything i didn’t say anything

JESSIE?????????

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oh i have somebody to throttle

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✝️: eeeeesaaksk Isaac. And some of his lore.ithink

Also his scars aren’t as prominent in person, they’re brighter here so I can make them more obvious

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jessie fucked up in the loft drinking this shit

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Isaac reminds him of laying in the sun on hot concrete. After it stops burning, it feels warm and secure and you never want to leave. Or maybe that was just him, but either way.

He sheepishly draws his bandaged hand from behind Isaac’s neck. The most blood is at his ring finger where Jessie outright lost that claw, but splinters weren’t so easily sourced to one place.

“ I fixed it, though, so don’t worry… that priest won’t say anything stupid to you again.”

Because overhearing Isaac being told he had to stop seeing him burnt up a special rage inside his chest. He didn’t mind John much, really, but he didn’t know when to shut up. And look how well it turned out! Isaac resting his head on his shoulder. Jessie fondly pats him before hearing Esther.

His face lights up in a new sort of way, childish. He shakes Isaac a bit.

“ You guys keep Capri-Sonnes? Holy crap, I haven’t had one in forever… they made those when I was, like, 10, and we had to get them special shipped from Germany…”

In that case, he’s unfamiliar with the name change. They did change the name more English and actually started selling to the US. They probably added more flavors too- the only two were orange and lemon.

Initially, it's very quiet. Breaking and entering is a basic task expected of a man like him. The issue is once he's inside. Isaac isn't home. He doesn't expect him to be. Jessie forgets that the man doesn't live alone

It doesn't help that he's already covered in blood that isn't his. It mixes with the fresh wound, an infection waiting to happen. As soon as he's snuck into a bathroom, the subtlety is out the window. Panting, trying the mirror for a medicine cabinet, trying to find something to stop the bleeding and the pain. Bathroom tissue crumbled and tossed to the ground, soaked with red. A towel taken in desperate bid to clean himself off.

Objects clatter. He curses. He bumps into things. His hands shake and he drops what he's holding.

He's not subtle at all.

Esther had been downstairs in the kitchen preparing dinner for later. Isaac had left a while ago to "clear his mind," which she knew full well meant “I’m about to go buy more cigarettes and find some godforsaken alley to chain-smoke in peace.” He’d gone without his cassock, clear evidence he wasn’t planning to be spotted by anyone remotely church related. Typical.

She wasn’t in her habit- it was far too warm in the house and usually Isaac was the only one around anyway. Still, she wore her veil though it barely covered her long brunette hair. She didn’t even know why she bothered. Habit, she supposed. No pun intended. The radio was playing something old and soft in the background and she was half-swaying along with it, wooden spoon in hand, comfortably focused on the motions of cooking.

Then came the crash.

It jolted her so badly she nearly dropped the bowl she was holding, thank God for her iron grip. Instantly alert, she set the bowl down, shut off the radio, and made her way to the bottom of the stairs.

A gun sat near the front door. It was Isaac’s idea, naturally. Not for her protection, no, his. Selfish bastard. She thought about grabbing it, but hesitated. It could just be some poor, scared animal that had managed to get in. Still, just to be sure, she grabbed the wooden crucifix hanging by the door. It was heavy, solid, and practically a blunt weapon in the right hands. And hers were most certainly the right hands.

She moved cautiously up the stairs. Her first instinct was that this was Isaac, playing dumb again and trying to mess with her. He had a tendency toward that kind of idiocy, much to her never ending irritation. But as she reached the landing, she heard something rummaging in the bathroom.

Not an animal. Not Isaac. Something else.

The door was shut. Had she shut it earlier? Had it? Either way, she crouched slightly and leaned toward the keyhole, peering through. Just in case…

Not Isaac.

What she saw was a man in a…red dress? No- Not a dress…robes. RED ROBES. And clearly not in his right mind. She heard the muffled, frantic sounds coming from within, the pacing, the muttering, the scuffle of someone moving erratically.

Esther inhaled slowly and took a step back. Her grip tightened on the crucifix.

Maybe he wasn’t dangerous…Maybe.

But she wasn’t about to take chances.

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oh !! Yes okay ok I can help do thay t :)

If you’re hearing voices, you’re not going crazy.

Those are just the spirits I sent to protect you. You’re welcome.

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,, oh yeah i think he’s upn in the trees again he’s bery goo d at that. shhould i corral elyna

If you’re hearing voices, you’re not going crazy.

Those are just the spirits I sent to protect you. You’re welcome.

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jessie what’s ur taste in men like

DEPENDS

usually older than me and facial hair and makes me feel good about myself

sometimes not sometimes they’re sad little things. i like when priests are sad and lonely and pathetic it makes me want to hurt them

my taste in women is a mystery i fear

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has jessie or wyborn got partners?

Jessie is currently obsessing over Isaac. I don’t know if they’re a pair or not but he’s head over heels all the same.

Deacon Wyborn just broke up with his girlfriend, Marie. (Jessie’s fault for trying to kill her, Wyborn’s fault for being too scared to help)

However. I am a polyamory truther.

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Wyborn ruined it. The lightness they shared, warmth. It’s all gone now, in his mind, all because he couldn’t lie. He still holds onto the glass like she might take it back from him. That would probably be better, though, if she did, so he can’t place why he doesn’t want to let this go.

At least Ramona tries to comfort him. He smiles, though tinged with sadness. It has to be his fault, because it is, because who else could there be to blame?

“ … I really thought I was doing the right thing too. Maybe, maybe I’d believe I didn’t do anything wrong if he seemed normal, but… we were supposed to turn him away and I still let him in. I let him know every single person who took issue with him.”

He sets the glass down to let his hands snake into his hair, tensing and pulling just so slightly. It doesn’t look painful from the get-go, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what he’s trying to do, trying to punish himself

“ He told me to my face that he did it for me. He told me I was too negligent and it was true.”

“ … But I keep trying to make up for it. I… I can’t help the wrong person every time. Somebody out there will need it. Something I do has to be right. With all they say about broken clocks… I’ve got to find that twice a day eventually.”

That shaky smile is there still when he looks back at Abner. She’s such a good person. She knows what to do, what to look for, how to help. It takes no genius to tell somebody is hurting, yet she can tell why and knows how to help. Ramona fixes things, with strong hands and the right words and good intentions. He just knows how to pray.

Ramona hasn't been to church in a long time.

Of course, she took some of the religious residents of the shelter there, but she preferred to stand outside and wait. There was something about such buildings that involuntarily made the woman shrink, no matter her age. It wasn't hate or dislike, she was just plain uncomfortable. Whether it was the walls, the frescoes, or just the sheer size of the building, she didn't know what caused such a feeling.

However, now, after such a good chat with Deacon Wyborn, she was ready to cope with her discomfort. Finding such a kind and pleasant person was worth a lot, and Abner would not want to miss such a chance to talk to him personally.

Hesitating, the muscular woman nevertheless opened the church door, entering the temple. Her eyes carefully studied the empty benches, the white walls, and the light fixtures on the walls. The place still felt uncomfortable for Ramona, which is not surprising at all, but not as much as other similar places. When she fully entered, she began to walk more confidently, trying to find the person she had come here for and for whom brought a jar of black tea and a package of cookies.

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