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Cassie trying to help Mono and Six

I always liked Spyro's wooden wings. I think his Skylanders Giants model had then and I thought they were prosthetics after winning Spyro's Adventure but they never showed up again. The longer snout and curvy horns suit him better, too.

Just a Spyro. I haven’t had much time to work on art aside from small doodles here and there.

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My mind instantly went to the Kreigers and I love it!

The year is close to end, but Im still drawing my Coven Heads

The mysterious Head of the Potion Coven and a veteran of the Unification War. It is said that the trauma of war and combat mentally ruined him to the point that to this day, he believes to still in being on combat duty. The rest of his coven leave him alone in his base in The Knee where he prepares all kinds of potions and chemicals lethal to living beings, his survival is only possible thanks to the mask and the tank on his back. He created a special weapon that fires ammunition made from these potions of death and always has at least 3 types of shots loaded.

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They're Just Children - Dance Of The Damned - Is Finished!

Roxanne delved back into the MoNode as she waited for a verdict on the new Mazercise plan from Freddy, he'd been trying to contact the DJ at the time and the girls were already accounted for so it was just a waiting game. Six was crawling over the top of the Candy Shop's chrome counters, there were all sorts of bubbling pots and scattered utensils that clicked and clanged as they rushed through the cooking machines from steamers to large boiler-like tubs. The cabinets above were covered in residues like old caramelized sugar and moldy fruit syrups. Warmers and coolers with empty notches for trays of treats were beneath every counter and beside every oven.

One wall in the corner had some clunky towers of gears for applying wrapping paper to more complexly packaged treats and another had a window out to the expansive city of heavily pouring rain. Other than the end of a sopping wet overhang, she couldn't see anything interesting on the other side through Mono's eyes (which was probably a good thing, knowing what little they did about the kids). Cassie didn't end up here, did she? The loud bubbling of many pots covered the small slaps of their footsteps.

There was a tall stand with multiple cups holding a variety of utensils for them to hide behind as the shop owner followed them into the back room. He looked around with a blank, eyeless face and stomped through the aisles like he'd forgotten he'd been chasing them. Mono and Six ducked behind the towers of equipment as he pulled open drawers and warmers. He set things like sucker sticks, sugar paper, and candy strings around his work space and turned up the heat on some of the vats of molten sugar while Freddy's kids got as good of a look at the kitchen as they could from their cramped kiding spot. They kept elbowing and headbutting each other in the rush to find an escape route without leaning just one fatal inch (from their perspective) that would catch the Cady Man's attention.

In a turn of luck, he appeared pretty hyper-focused on his work.

In a turn of bad luck, the Broadcaster craned his neck in an uncomfortable way that let him see what was being prepared.

thanks @animal-lord24

burnt out as hell. fuck it we ball fuck it we ball

Does Six consider rats to be friends?

more like food

Hey friends. Do this:

This probably took this person 3 seconds to do but it immediately told me that they liked my story enough to come back and read it again and they liked it again the second time.

Your favorite writers Do Not Know that you think about their stories after you read them. I generally assume that my stories make people happy for the few minutes they’re reading and then they never think about it again. To know that that’s not the case and that someone has returned just makes my little heart swell with joy.

I needed this today. If you’re the person who left this comment (or if you’ve ever commented on any of my writing) I love you.

From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine.

Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call the temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you.

But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal...

...even in death I serve the Omnissiah.