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For sort of a collab piece of multiple rp-ers drawing their muses in Hawaiian shirts. I really like F Watcher and wish I had more opportunities to utilize her as a muse, so I jumped on the bandwagon and made this doodle, small and random as it is.
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Darksiders 3 the true reason the 7 were unleashed
Watcher: Great Charred Council i have completed the task you set for me!
Charred Council: Excellent! as promised you may name a boon for completion of this task!
Watcher: I want to go on a date with Fury-Senpai!
Charred Council:.....wat? there is no way she will ever go for that, not since she’s still pissed over that time lefty gave her the quest to “Make me a sandich” she’s been kinda hard to work with since then, but... if you could arrange a mission for her we could probably send you along would that work?
Watcher: DEAL! i will go find a suitable mission!
1 Hour Later
Watcher: Done!
Charred Council: So what task have you prepared?
Watcher: I unleashed the 7 deadly sins onto earth!
Charred Council:....Great perfect an amazing idea, you go get ready while we summon Fury, (Watcher leaves) I hope Gluttony eats that useless lesbian,
The Watcher: Mistress after we finish with the seven deadly sins would you like too...
Fury: (Interrupting) Throw you on the ground, grind you under my heel, and own you like the cheap little tease you are?
The Watcher: (Throws away monopoly) yes.
Room of Angel 21: Simper.
"Mistress."
Shoulders rounded, hands empty, eyes cast to the floor - these are the ingredients of a Horseman's downfall. Her words are candy floss in the air, soft, ephemeral, and her voice drips with the honey saccharine of submission, and watch how easily the Horseman warms, look how with praise and simpering she has infiltrated this jagged shell which suffering would only have hardened. Witness her accomplishment.
The Black Rider strides with the confidence of the unwary (the unwatched), sparing not a thought to the shadow at her side and in her soul, and this - this is the victory of sycophancy.
