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LA DAMA DE SAL 

Santiago Caruso

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Human Flame Princess, whom I previously drew here. Featuring Cinnamon Bun and flambo.

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        “ uh ?? that was your daughter ?? “ she was confused, to say the very least. the woman before her was not exactly what she thought of when the word ‘ mother ‘ came up in conversation. this seemed to be the one case where the comment ‘ you look more like sisters ‘ seemed to apply. fallon squinted her eyes, trying to see if there was something she was  m i s s i n g.  maybe if she did so hard enough, the stranger would suddenly erupt in a maze of wrinkles. no such luck.

        “ well … she’s definitely a psycho. maybe put her in time out, ha ha, “ the laughter that punctuated her sentence was not fooling anyone, but fallon didn’t care. she was still trying to see if she  t i l t e d  her head to the side enough, whether the conversation would make anymore sense.

    “My dearest Roxanne. So- I’ve taken to likening her actions as ‘mercurial’, but she is- just that.” She bit her tongue, not wanting to use the proper words, not while Roxanne slumbered just there in the shadow of her mind. Instead, she illuminated a smile for the young woman, cast her eyes toward the Earth when Fallon’s opinion of Roxanne came to light. 

    “She lives her life as if every interaction is a fight for dominance, she’s- She’s been reprimanded for her actions, I assure you. If ever your paths cross again, she won’t be as... terrible.” This woman didn’t seem so physically torn by coming to blows with Roxanne. No worse for wear, she ought to say, but- . . . But-

    “Is there something on my face?”     What was she looking for? Or, perhaps, at? Could she see Roxanne?                                                            “Have I said something offensive?”

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i love the mermaids that kill sailors and steal their ships and then give the ships to their pirate girlfriends

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If there was anything that scholar’s had once believed about dragons, it was that they were extremely prideful and protective of the hoard they had gathered throughout the years. Much akin to how squirrels often hid away their treasures for the winter, dragon’s hid them from mortal eyes– their greed was unrivaled, even amongst the Eldritch Faithful and Old Ones, no one dared to scour or taint the collective treasures of the kin.  …That is, until this was found her way into his abode. Ripples occured underneath the mountain’s of Gold and diamons, creating land-slides on the opposite side of the mountain; unbeknownst to her, a titan had awoken underneath, and God save the person that did so.  The beast had barely even pushed it’s way through the lower levels of his treasure, before the tips of his horns had touched the very top of the mountain, yet his head was still a third covered by gems and jewels– most being caught in the slits between his scales. A rumbling mimicking that of a crocodile’s escaped through his maw, smoke pluming out from the gaps inbetween his fangs.

‘ What do you think you are doing within my REALM. ‘ 

  What the f u c k?! That question had no real purpose, it sort of- It was a RESPONSE, it begged nothing from the world but to hear it be spoken aloud. The fact that she hadn’t said it aloud, focused intently on the shifting beneath her feet and the- the fucking... the destruction of the land she’d been walking on as told by some massive... ugh, what the fuck? 

 Oh. Okay, so- Yeah, yeah, that explained precisely what the FUCK was happening. Two quick steps back, Roxanne reached down to her hip in an attempt to pull out her chakrams. Large beast in the naught, she’d have to FIGHT it ri- 

    “Oh, what the fuck?” 

There it was. Her voice finally catching, her confusion finally springing into the visible realm as the shiny things slipped and fell and from its bright depths emerged... WAS she on Earth? She didn’t- She didn’t think these things, these accursed fucking things existed here. Hand instantly pulled away from her hip, she just- Just held its gaze (fuck it’s EYE was bigger than her being) and tried to consider her next step.

    “Trying to get paid, of course...  Fucking-” CHRIST, he was too big. “What, like you’ve got a need for all this shit? You’re not buying anything, you...” Don’t call the dragon a motherfucker, Fox. “...You’re not buying anything, are you?”

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I’ll be FOREVER mad that I can’t get the disregardsanity URL back.

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may12324:

Human Flame Princess, whom I previously drew here. Featuring Cinnamon Bun and flambo.

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@duvoziir || Slayer of Boredom!

Do you want to know what ‘stupidity’ is? Actual, damned, stupidity... Forsaking JUDGEMENT and RATIONAL THOUGHT, forsaking- ‘Putting two diamond-clad middle fingers WAY THE FUCK UP in response to a logical situation rearing its ugly head’ stupidity? Why, just turn your gaze upon Roxanne Jacinto to glean TRUEST stupidity.

  Roxie, mad as she was, was currently blasting her way through a mine. BLASTING her way through it, harnessing solar wrath stored in her skin and in her sword and just cutting through rock and bone all because she could, and I quote, “smell something valuable beneath the dirt and she fucking wanted it.”

  Never mind who’s property it was, or how far beneath the Earth she’d be willing to go, she wanted... the fucking... TREASURE!

  One final blow, synched up rather nicely, put her through a rather useful wall and straight a top a HORDE of things most shiny, and almost certainly worth her efforts. Lucky people on this Earth kept all their valuables hidden away in mines near strangely energized mountains, right? Almost like- No, she’d have sensed one. They were fucking gigantic, no way she’d miss one.

  Or be stupid enough to break a new back door into it’s hidey hole...

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STARTERcall?

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    “Hey, sit down. She needs to talk to someone and I don’t feel like getting up…”

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When I say I’m not Mexican enough to write a Sombra the way she DESERVES to be written, I gauge people’s reactions around me. Most of the time I get those ‘Ooh, someone’s being a bit RACIAL right now, let me break out my ‘humoring smile, soft chuckle & yeah right’s’ but...

  I think that’s a legitimate ass thing to say. With some fucking FACTS behind it, I’m LITERALLY not Mexican enough to write her.

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I logged onto my Mercy blog for half a second... rolled my eyes hard as hell and then left. 

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    “Hey, sit down. She needs to talk to someone and I don’t feel like getting up...”

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I’ve been watching a lot of Black Mirror recently... It’s been doing my head in, and playing with the way I see my muses. It’s been a proper headfuck, let me tell you.