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I just like cool lights

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squish

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Simon Riley, ladies and gentlemen.

neck vertebrae tattoo. not sure where that idea came from but it's here to stay.

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it's not weird he takes comfort in this

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soap sleeps in fetal position, can't convince me otherwise

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idk how to stylize things grah

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Soaps sweater says hoe hoe hoe if you even care

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need i have a caption, you get the idea

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oh no. fan fiction.

I am currently 8 pages in to writing prep for a fic. god help us all.

here is a taste of Horangi's backstory for the story I plan to write. note: this is not in the story, this is just the backstory

Horangi grew up in the back streets of a relatively large town in South Korea. He scampered through the dodgy neighborhoods wasting away his youth. He didn’t really do the whole school thing, he never saw the point. He already knew how to count cards, and that’s pretty much all he needed after all. 

He was gambling before he knew how to train hop, and he always had the black eyes to show for it. He would scam people out of their money in any way he could think of, he was a better con man than his father. Obsession driving him, he got faster and he got smarter on the streets, bringing home what petty cash he could scrounge up to an uncaring family. They were all tired after all he supposed.

He gained a reputation fast, and not a good one. He would smoke and drink and drink and drink, finding his ways into bars and alleys and clubs he had no place being. Stealing money from people he had no business meeting. He lived only for today, and couldn’t be bothered thinking of tomorrow. 

His lifestyle caught up to him. 

After far too many drinks with people who definitely weren’t his friends, he woke up tied to a chair. Everything was hazy and blurry until something cut through the fog. Scratch that. Until something cut through him. He screamed and cried and fought and pleaded against the ruthless man standing above him. Nothing twisted his face at all. It was worse than if he had a cruel smile, the utter nothingness he showed. “You don’t even matter enough for me to find pleasure in this.” He traced up and down Horangi’s body leaving the stripes that still hadn’t faded almost a decade later. 

After he was thoroughly decorated and adorned, he was thrown back out on the street. In some sick way, Horangi looked up to the man who had scarred him. He knew he’d remember that face long after he’d forgotten his father’s. And a twisted part of his brain began to grow like the man. What was scarier, afterall, a kid, smooth and round, soft, smiling eyes and a cheeky grin, or a man gnarled and scarred, apathetic and uncaring. Horangi became a man that day. It had scarred him deeper than physically. 

He didn’t even wait. Blood still oozing from his mutilated figure, he began a rampage. He went from scamming to threatening, beating, destroying anything he could get his hands on, blood, his own and others, following his every footstep. He broke into several buildings, raided, stole, conquered, and then promptly disappeared like a shadow in the night.

He ran for a while. He’s not sure how long, it could have been years. He couldn’t seem to sleep, couldn’t seem to stay. If he recognized a face, he took off without looking back. But he knew he couldn’t keep living like this. Paranoia was catching up to him, Delirium not far behind.

So he went where no one would think to look for him. He found something he had never had before. Structure. 

He didn’t expect to find purpose in the armed forces, only respite, but he quickly found a motivation larger than the only hedonistic pleasures he had indulged in his whole life. A new obsession threatened to grip him. One fueled by blood and anger. But more than ever, the idea of “tomorrow” became fully fleshed out in his brain. He didn’t believe he was worth anything as a person, only as a soldier serving a cause. Not self sacrificing in the traditional sense. He was willing to sacrifice being human for his cause.

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emotional support cat

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selfie

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never actually drawn two people kissing before somehow??

god I'm not normal about them

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another one for today

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l o o k a t t h i s

I love drawing side profiles yayyy

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simon~

I think he'd probably look more tired than angry without the mask

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just what I think they'd look like ig.

don't mind the complete and utter style change up from everything else it's just what I do

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adding new characters to the roster of losers I draw