hey y'all. do you like girls. do you like fighting. do you tolerate some mild flashing and glitching incidences and a little blood and bones and a "headless" "body". well you should watch my animatic with girls fighting with mild flashing and glitching incidences and a little blood and bones and a "headless" "body".
Okay, but seriously how many tags are there for catnao and dogday? Maybe I should figure it out by drawing them again.
You cant stop me.
I'm doing it.
Here I go.
I actually don't know what to draw them doing SO YOUR LUCKY.
Actually wait no I have a sketch of all of them. Maybe I'll finish it. Actually I will. Then after I'll think of somthing with these 2. Maybe the prototype to.
I love the prototype.
WHY IS IT EVERYTIME I WRITE CATNAP IT SAYS "CatNao"
[ID: A greyscale manga panel style drawing of an Aikatsu OC, River. She has tan skin and dark hair styled in a low braid with a ribbon woven through. She's wearing a sparkly ballgown dress with lace and ribbon details, a tiara with a star decal and pearls in her hair. She's twirling around happily as sparkles surround her. / End ID. ]
Originally completed on October 30th, 2022
I keep forgetting I have this lol I remember this being a fun lil doodle and was messing with this manga-esque style at the time
Something I wrote based off of something that’s not canon in my Kirby interp’s timeline anymore
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It has been years— no, millennia since the last of his family and friends had succumbed to old age and faded away. His once strong wings are now patchy and bony. His horns were chipped and worn—practically crumbling away—and was missing its golden glow. The bright fuchsia hue of his body had faded into a sickly pink, his bones the weakest they’ve ever been. Galacta Knight had lived far longer than he should have. Impossibly longer. He knows.
The butterfly reaper watches him approach as he limps towards it. Its ghostly white eyes offer nothing but an unreadable stare. For not the first time, Galacta pleads to it.
“Please let me die,” he rasps, “I am very tired. The ones I loved and befriended are long gone. With too much time, I’ve lost my sense of purpose. I’ve lost everything.”
A hint of betrayal flashed in his company’s eyes, but dissolved as quickly as it came.
“Then wend and maketh yourself new friends,” Morpho Knight stated, it’s tone of voice eerily calm. Anger bubbled at the back of Galacta’s throat.
“There’s nothing left!” he groans. Long ago had he lost his ability to yell.
He grabs Morpho’s gloved paw with urgency. It’s wings twitch, and mirror the drooped posture of Galacta’s.
It recoils from Galacta’s hands as if it were burned. Ignoring the whimper from said knight, it morphs into a butterfly and flutters away. It’s glow disappears into the darkness.
we talked about the enumclaw horse case in criminology last week btw. completely organically. i didn't need to know from my fast talking middle aged professor that the guy did it multiple times apparently. w the same horse