samuel

adworld swap ramb idk

bonus rambton

let me take your white ass to funky town.

based on:

drew these with mouse at 2am damn

ok so I found some more Seavil art that I never posted before hee hee(LONG AGAIN)

After a moment, Spamton shifted his weight so that he was laying over Ramb, cupping his face in both hands while his thumbs explored the smooth plastic of Ramb's face plate. His left hand caught on an almost-invisible ridge, the last remnants of the crack he'd gotten months ago. Then it slid up to his socket, brushing along the edge. "DO YOU THINK IT WOULD [it really hurts] IF I STICK MY [nose] IN THERE???" What? Ramb was so caught off guard, it took him a second to comprehend the question. He tittered. "In my eye socket?"

"You spoke to me of Kris. The lightner that took you from here. The one to give you a proper purpose. Imagine for a moment that Kris had entrusted you with something, gifted you something as precious as a piece of themselves. Their wants. Their dreams. And then Kris quit playing with you. Maybe something happened, or perhaps they no longer needed you. But they left you with those hopes and dreams. Would you not defend it with your life, in case they needed it again someday? In case they needed you again someday?"