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OC-tober day 5

(Yeah, I've missed like four days)

The info I have:

•fandom: one piece

•gender: nonbinary

•from: Wano

Info I don't have:

▪︎a timeline

▪︎a plot

▪︎a name (they had one, I'm sure, I just can't remember it)

Old sketch because

Dude I’m fucking giggling at this shit like tf happened?!?? LMAOO

I want out of this mortal shell…

I want out I want out I want out I want out I want out I want out I want out i want out I want Out I Want ouT I want out I want out I want out I want out I want out I want out I want ou

RELEASE MEE

I painted something inspired by a friend who wrote a poem based on these paintings!

This is Kevin and the Duck

oraculumx​:

The night was seemingly quiet, yet the lights of the city still obscured the stars that Bastien had come to know too well. A part of this new world that he was not particularly favorable of, given how well he had once been able to trace the constellations with his finger. It wouldn’t matter, though; for the world would soon be theirs, and perhaps he would carve out his own piece of paradise, where he could gaze at the stars every single night. “If they sweeten the deal, perhaps I’ll let them,” teased words spoken with an amused grin cast onto his lips. Pythia had been a long time constant in the witch’s life, since he had long ago sworn his fidelity to the Necronomicon and everything that the Asphodel stood for.

“They may be powerful, but they are few compared to what we can obtain,” for there was no short supply of witches in Rome, nor of the Eladrin or Druids that flocked to the city street. “What would you have us do with them?”

Pythia knew what lay within their hearts, how rotten the souls that they’d squandered before finding their way to her. Whether devotion lay within the skeletal hands of deception or otherwise, he could try. “I know how much you appreciate those features of yours, Bas. Should they find a way to sweeten it, do yourself a favor and remember as much.” Flippant words that sought much the same tone as his own. Fickle, hollow and yet -- “I doubt they’d give you the stars as you so wish to have them.” The lithe structure of this vessel lifted her to perch the balcony edge, fingertips curling tightly as she lent back with dangerous vigor, “I’d have them flayed alive, hung to watch us plunder their spoils until the city lies in ruins,” until the humans - her brethren that thought to stand against her, with their father, should fall to ruin with it. “But, patience and all that. I have a job for you.”

missin homestuck right now, might as well bundle up in bed and read my books again with vodka mutini in my arm

Wish me well (please)