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I doodled some roleplay shenanigans.
Bran belongs to my buddy Themascura.
Hhoota upgrade, second attempt. (More like fourth, but I ain't posting every WIP XD)
Gale can carry a soul in his eye. He's 25% death god, and he ain't got a magic purse so he has to put it somewhere.
This text limit is killing me.
”Again?”
Tio would absolutely fly around in a clunker. Listen, it’s a good ship. It’s almost as old as he is, and yeah, it breaks a lot, but he always knows what’s broken and how to fix it.
The weeds make it homey. And they may or may not be holding it together.
Bohemian Ralphsody. Drawn by request on tumblr.
I'm looking forward to https://t.co/bKoziQ5GR0. Regardless of how it turns out. I'm struggling with this text limit!