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yeah , so . . .

i drew u smth .

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oh fuck , for SURE .

idgi. why do all ‘a y’all gotta gang up on my dude peepsqueak? pennydick’s got as much gumption as i do, let alone the guts t’ challenge me on the daily. he’s literally rivals with satan himself politically, and sure! he’s got SOME territory, so like.

dunno who the og artist is, but i amped up their art as a christmas gift.

go fuck yourself to all pentious

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[ as that arm herded her in against the sturdy stag, cherri’s peroxide-blonde razor-cut locks frisked his cheek, untamed in their high ponytail that dusted so close to the demon. up did that lower eyelid perk like the curl of her grin, the gal’s expression twisting into genocidal delight. ]

❝ fuck it! it’s a dinner date then; i’ll nab their cash t’ by myself sum’ good eats, and YOU can help y’erself to their dead meat! it’s a fair trade, right? so long as i get some bodies ‘a my own t’ keep, i’ll be happy. ❞

[ usually, she had a tendency to make a beanbag throne out of a corpse pile. if alastor could handle her hoarding a few to sit on, she’d happily oblige to his cannibalism. fuck, cherri’s even cool with the idea of buck hunting; just let her blow up the carcass once he’s stripped his supper! ]

[ with her body so close to alastor’s, a faint flourish of neon coloration flushed across her freckled cheeks; the proximity felt like an active mine buried close to her heart. double fuck, he better not try any funny business. this feels weird as it is to be spending “quality time” with the radio demon himself! ]