yeah yeah yeah ETT is cool and all but what abt them. has anyone shipped them yet
what would u even call this
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yeah yeah yeah ETT is cool and all but what abt them. has anyone shipped them yet
what would u even call this

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Happy birthday fish man
I have made a 3D model of the green old man
This is what his face looks like btw, his hat just always shadows it out. I wish he looked more dead-eyed like the OG one but it's fine (I think it's because the OG one doesn't have a nose...)
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why does it do that
waiting. patiently. crosslegged. no. problems. when. is. it.

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absolute oc x canon selfship SLOPPPPPPP
what if lopee was the one to see your weird ass expendable sona and go Fuck i cant NOT kiss it. do you think he'd linger around you far more than he does other expendables? do you think you would be the only one to be treated to a gentler teleport (at first)? do you think he'd be the one searching for scraps of information about you rather than the other way around? do you think before any familiarity on your side hits, he would sit with your corpse after a bad run and comb its fingers through your hair, wondering about how your warmth might feel? perhaps he'd be embarrassed by these thoughts: it, a grown man, enamored by a prisoner sent to die? how absurd. how silly. yet even with his best attempts he cannot keep himself from watching over you. perhaps he'd be there, wandering after you during your good runs when you're too focused on progression to look back. maybe you'd see a glimpse of it in the dark if you turn to check for a wall dweller. maybe you'd feel a terribly cold presence at your back, one unfamiliar, and find that nothing was there once you check. the gleam of his eyes at sebastian's side after a death, the barest hint of presence. perhaps there's a time wherein you are not fully dead: a run in with a wall dweller, pandemonium, a squiddle, if you're distracted. Just barely alive, close enough to death that he believes you unaware. in the cold of blood loss and death, would his hands be colder still? if all that you could see was darkness blotting your vision, would his eyes remain as clear to see as they are once you're dead? how stark a clarity would it be to feel such a gentle, nigh reverent touch trail your skin? would he press its fingers through your flesh, chasing any fleeting hints of warmth? chasing any last scrap of your presence he is too hesitant to grasp for tangibly? how very dark the shadows loom with your presence. how loud the silence becomes, with nigh unnoticable static, with distant chiming. how unnerving, to feel watched as if there is more than one other individual in the room, no? his presence would linger over you even without your awareness. a strange and sweet sense of possession. i hope you die
Whatever
something something. lopee cold. mass warm. hideous mass defined with physical size and prowess, v. lopee defined by some ethereal power and knowing, comparatively so small. would have to be gentle/careful, with him. he could still maim you something fierce, leave frostbite, maybe kill if he really wanted. but he won't. and you won't hurt him; you'll be gentle. a shard of ice in your embrace. so cold it bleeds through your shell. sit and settle and maybe he will join, find a comfortable crook of your arm and slowly (his joints aren't what they used to be) sit. something soothing to him, how he can feel every languid, deep breath your grand form takes. and you can rest in that comfort
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