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Mama, we all go to hell.

(( holy shit im proud of my work for once jesus

yeah compared to my old ref of this assbag this is definitely and improvement

cant draw fur coats for shit but oh well

(( mightve personified the codex umbra

just a lil

“ what do you call charlie when she’s on a boat in a pirate hat.

“Err…if I’m too be quite honest, I’m not on either of their sides. I haven’t been targeted specifically, but I’ve seen Maxwell bully quite a few well folk I know. As for Charlie, I heard she was pretty brutal when kicking Wilson off the throne. Granted it wasn’t really her fault, but I’m worried for things to come.”

Well this was certainly odd. Wilt was expecting more strange events to happen lately, what with the new ruler and all. 

But she certainly wasn’t expecting a skeletal feline.

She never really achieved the fight or flight feeling either. So she just stood there dumbly, tilting her head. She was holding a few fish luckily that she had planned to cook later. (With a world like this you couldn’t get much else, so when you ran out of berries and carrots, you had to eat meat sooner or later.) She figured if the cat wanted some, she’d gladly share her food. She’s gotten by on less than a few fish anyhow.