I forgot to announce. I have a Ko-fi!
Commissions will be closed for a little while until I have a break from school and so more time to work on them. If you want to support me outside of that, this is how to do it!
Obligatory guts-spilling: I'm poor and want to go to college and buy a burger sometimes 👍
(I want to have something small offered for, say, $10 donations. but for now this is good. Not sure what I could offer; a tiny simplified character doodle? Feedback/advice appreciated.)
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The Goods, the Bollocks, the Testes
“She’s not a damn dog, Dementus.”
It was an unusually pleasant evening. They had camped in the lee of a ridge, above a dry riverbed. Dementus’ tent was pitched, and the distinctive kite flew over it, signaling the Octoboss’s whereabouts, but the two of them sat outside, looking out over the desert while they ate their evening meal. Behind them, the clamor of the Horde setting up for the night echoed off the rocks.
“’Course she’s not a dog, why would I think she was?” The warlord settled in on a rock and sipped at his cup of…something. It contained grub mash, that was about all either of them knew. “For one thing, she’s prettier than my dogs.”
“That’s not what I mean. What’s the point of hauling her around with us? At least the History Man’s useful. What have you got planned for her?”
“Planned? I haven’t got anything planned for her. It’s just nice to be a family man again, that’s all.”
“She’d not your kid.”
“She could be. She’s got the spunk.” Dementus chuckled. “Took a chunk right out of ol’ Rizzdale’s hand. That’ll teach him to be careful.”
“Yeah. And then you had to throw a muzzle on her cause she tried to take a chunk out of you.”
“Heh. Yeah, she could be my kid. Got my spunk.”
“That’s not where she gets it from.” The Octoboss scowled into his cup. “Her mum had pair on her, a big clanging brass pair. And she’s got the same.”
“Ah, what does it matter if she takes after her mum or me-”
“You shouldn’t have made her watch, D. But since you did, you shouldn’t have brought her with. One of these days that kid’s gonna turn around and put a knife in your back; tomorrow or ten years from now, it won’t matter. Then what are the rest of us gonna do?”
Dementus screwed up his face and gave an exaggerated shrug. “What does anybody do when one warlord gets taken out by a better warlord?” He glanced at the Octoboss, who was rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Hey, you’re not going soft on me, are you? We had to do what we had to do. She wasn’t gonna tell us if we just asked nice-like. Besides, she snapped almost twenty men. Some of ‘em were your men! We can’t just let her walk after that. What kind of message does that send? Huh, the great Octoboss does one bitch too many and decides to grow a conscience? Hah!”
The Octoboss answered with an exasperated glare. Dementus kept talking.
“It’s survival of the fittest out here: she survived, so she’s the fittest. Who better to take over the Great Biker Horde? Aren’t you always saying we should think about the future?” He took a swig of soup. “What am I supposed to do with her?”
The Octoboss waited until he was done before speaking. “Get rid of her. You can have Organic do it nice and quiet while she’s asleep, she won’t feel anything. You get rid of her and you save us all a lot of trouble down the road.” He set his soup cup down. “Have I ever given you bad advice?”
“Baah. You’re scared of her, aren’t you? Scared of a little kid?” Dementus grinned at the idea. The Octoboss didn’t smile.
“Yeah, I am. And you should be too.”
For a moment Dementus met his eyes, and he dared to think he’d talked some sense into him. Then the moment passed.
“Baaahh.” Dementus got up. “Never throw out anything useful. And she might still be useful! Besides, you said it, she’s got a big clanging brass pair on her. She’ll make one hell of a biker when she grows up. A worthy successor to the Great Dementus!”
“She’s not gonna success anything, D, she hates your guts-”
Dementus kept walking, talking over him. The Octoboss sat back down, rubbing his neck. Damned if Dementus didn’t know how to give him a proper headache.
His men would be talking tonight, as they had most nights since the woman and child from the place of abundance had rolled into their camp. They had a good thing going with Dementus, he always told them. What he didn’t tell them was that good thing was always one of Dementus’ bright ideas away from falling apart.
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Baaahh!
*pours bucket of water on him.*
Sheep translation: Wake up Levi!
( @ask-sheepmc )
D'ahh! What was that for?! I'd already woken up, thank you.
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weighed in yesterday after drinking alcohol for like over 12 hours, only 3 hours of sleep, a liter of water and half a bowl of pasta in my stomach
and i weighed 57,2 kg again
hopefully this means that my actual weight is lower?? maybe 56,5 ish??
i can’t wait until i can ✨actually and correctly✨ see how much i weigh. i feel like whenever i do weigh in i’ve drank a lot of water or been partying or on my period ughhh
i wish i could bring my scale everywhere baaahh
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