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I wanna keep them, spoil them, hug them. But Ozzy has to be the voice of reason. I have a soft heart I can't help it.

Poppy and Olive belongs to @shadowtoons

Funny you mentioned this!

This is a rough concept, I am also working on “The Player” concept art as well. Soooo, to explain some of the characters are adults or teenagers (some are victims, while some were offered by Elliot himself)

Only two kids are Poppy and Olive.

I am finishing up their finale concept.

I WAS planning to call it “Playtime Park”, basically a theme park, there is a large building where the mascots come from, and me being a fan with Resident Evil, there is an underground lab.

Pretty much “The Player” is gonna fight through it, with actual weapons that are handmade by Dogday and Giblet.

So we name each other's characters outte spite.

Meant to post this earlier, but this is something I drew for @shadowtoons for their birthday!

The lot of them weren't made for military life. Nor were a lot of rookies they were either to weak or they couldn't make it past the course

But then ...there was Jonathan , Ghost didn't know how long the medic had been around and normally he could careless but there was always something....different about this one

Maybe it was his personality, or maybe the sheer dumb luck that Ghost often saw him whenever he got knicked on missions or get checked after being punched in the gut by a rookie...Even though Simon wasn't a soft person and could manage a couple million hits orders were orders and today wasn't any different

" Alright I don't want to hear it. I know it's the 50th punch this week but these lot are bloody useless. They can't even leave a god forsaken bruise! How the hell are they going to murder enemies or even defend themselves "

He scoffed slightly , he always was much harder on training. If someone couldn't leave a physical mark then he deemed them unworthy of his time

"Oi medic...punch me. I wanna see if you'd be better off in the field or better to keep you here"

He looks up at the other as he’s stopped in the street. He just wanted to go home but here he is bothering him again. Lucky him.

The sin peers down at the other head tilting as he leans in close. Brows furrow as he soon rests his upper set of arms on the surface, seems his height even towers satans. Though the sin is curious as to why this little demon wanted his attention.