Yllande [2019-11-09 20:18:36 +0000 UTC]

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cc8936 [2019-08-15 19:44:32 +0000 UTC]

happy birthday

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TriLemmon [2018-10-06 12:08:29 +0000 UTC]

i love your new icon

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StrawberriOnTop [2018-06-08 07:12:24 +0000 UTC]

that icon change though, hewwo wife,,,

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StrawberriOnTop [2017-12-22 16:21:37 +0000 UTC]

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Starfire-Productions [2017-11-20 18:03:56 +0000 UTC]

Baby Groot thanks you for the llama

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ChasingTheDreamAgain [2017-10-07 01:45:27 +0000 UTC]

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SiwySzczur [2017-09-29 07:30:19 +0000 UTC]

Nice gallery

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SoulOfPersephone [2017-08-15 19:48:37 +0000 UTC]

Happy  b-day!

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ChasingTheDreamAgain [2017-08-01 17:53:06 +0000 UTC]

looks at those dorks on the top

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encyu [2017-07-09 21:20:31 +0000 UTC]

whaaaaaaaaaat is this !!?
thank you for the watch! 

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doof-ish [2017-06-28 16:45:50 +0000 UTC]

United States isn't that big

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ChasingTheDreamAgain [2017-06-15 23:20:08 +0000 UTC]

gimme love

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iugen [2017-05-15 03:43:40 +0000 UTC]

Hey!   

Thank you very much for taking interest in my work, I hope I can keep making art that you'll enjoy!   
Hope to see you around~! 

-iugen 

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EternalFyre413 [2017-02-08 13:59:18 +0000 UTC]

//vibrates and aggressively sheds mint green fur all over your page

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SaltyEmoo [2017-02-07 05:03:27 +0000 UTC]

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Naakichia [2017-01-17 16:29:04 +0000 UTC]

Hey do you want to make an OC for my Group?

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doof-ish [2017-01-13 13:22:37 +0000 UTC]

AT WITS END

    “Baby you’ve been playing with me far too long…”

    Amora was a mess, a bouncing, energetic mess that some compared to a mouse on a caffeine spike. Of course this wasn’t completely accurate as she used her energy in beneficial, beneficial to her that is. However, the key word is ‘was’, right now she wasn’t in her usual mood. Even the toughest of thorns had their rough days, and today was one of them. It took a serious thing to snap the Leader from her usual energetic self. There was exhaustion in her eyes with the faint shadow of bags under her normally shining blue eyes now a dull color. Sitting on a chair with her legs resting atop the arms of the chair, she stood there twiddling a hair pin within her fingers, sulking in her own vices within the quiet walls of the command room in the AV headquarters.

    Kenneth was tired, tired of the same old vicious cycle he lived in. The constantly injuring of his body, the constant death, the constant clouds in his head that blocked his memories like a boulder in a steam. With long strides, he was lost in thought as his feet walked him to a doorway within AV headquarters. It wasn’t until he heard the sound of metal clinking against the ground and a soft sucking noise that he snapped out of his train of thought. Blinking for his eyes to refocus, he grasped the door handle and opened it, his vision being filled with bright light before it focus on the dark shape sitting in a chair, sucking on a finger. Kenneth’s eyes widened slightly at the sight, it was a sight that was rare for him-not rare, one he hadn’t seen before to be exact. Purple eyes took in Amora’s exhausted but currently annoyed expression, the bags under her eyes to the haggish look in her cheeks. This wasn’t-this wasn’t the woman he knew.

“I’m asking, I’m begging, I’m crying…”

    Amora stopped sucking on her finger when she heard the click of the door signifying that it was opening. Turning her gaze, soft blue eyes met striking purple eyes, two complementary colors for two complementary people in her eyes.

“It’s not what it looks like.” She commented quickly, voice showcasing her annoyance.

    Kenneth didn’t say something immediately, rather he walked up to where Amora was sitting, bent down and presented her with her hair pin like a knight would present a rose to his lady. He watched as she took it slowly, the look in her eyes never betraying nor relenting in its tired look.  

    
“Yeah...are you alright? I can go fetch a med kit.” He asked, voice showing his concern as his gaze shifted.

Amora peered at her friend in front of her, was he patronizing her? Either way, he shouldn’t be doing it, it was wrong and it felt wrong.

“I’m not a child Kenneth, Don’t treat me like one. What are you doing here anyways?” She retorted as she stuck her hair pin back into its rightful spot.

“Begging for a sign that what we have is real…”

Kenneth flinched, clearly not expecting that response, before he decided to put a hand behind his neck, letting out a sigh.

“Calm down, i’m just saying. It’s my job as Proxy to make sure everyone’s alright.” He replied calmly as Amora squinted at him.

“And? I’m Leader but you don’t see me babying over my comrades like a mother hen. What’s up with you?” Amora shot back, her exhaustion making her irritable.

The corner of Kenneth’s mouth twitched slightly at Amora’s response, why? Why was he beginning to get worked up over this? Removing his hand from behind his head, he slipped his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

“I think the better question is what is up with you. Don’t think I didn’t notice the bags under your eyes or the look on your face.” Kenneth replied, tilting his head questioningly at her.

Amora moved so her feet were touching the ground while still sitting upon the chair.

“Well, it’s to be expected. I’m a Leader so we have more responsibilities than you proxies.”

Kenneth noted the smooth and coy tone in her voice, she was hiding something. Something was bothering her and that was bothering him. He had to do something about it-he felt he had to fix this, someway somehow.

“Really? You should take it easy then.” He replied calmly as he began to walk towards her, sitting on the edge of the table in front of where she was, the two a foot or so apart from each other.

“Baby, you have me at wit’s end…”

Amora pushed her chair back to gain distance from the person in front of her. She had to be wary of everyone, including the wolf in sheep’s clothing right in front of her. Moving a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, she looked at him defiantly with a small smirk on her face.

“What do you suggest then? A spa day? Painting my nails? Or perhaps bathing in the blood of my enemies? I hear that’s good for your skin.” She mocked out, voice oozing with sarcasm.

Kenneth didn’t know what he was thinking then, but at that moment he felt something pulling him to her. The look in her eyes, that was the Amor he knew. Leaning in, he felt his eyes close as he pressed his lips softly against Amora’s, causing a stifled sound of surprise from the female before she melted against him. Just for a moment, the two were lost in that moment of bliss before Amora pushed him back, her face contorted into one of surprise and fury, mainly fury as she hissed at him. Kenneth took several steps back, not knowing what to do. He was

at wits end here.

“A situation, person, or thing that combines contradictory features or qualities.”

    Kenneth leaned against the wall, eyes shut as he was lost in thought. The scorpion tamer himself couldn’t tame the scorpion that was Amora, he had danced with a dangerous beast and had gotten stung. The poison that courses in his vein was confusion, regret and something worse. It plagued his mind, more than he cared to admit. Amora...the look of fury in her eyes, fury, confusion and something else, something he didn’t know the meaning of: longing. So there he was, wracking his mind and soul about it, why that look had made his heart made up of 0s and 1s to run more than a cheetah in a marathon.

    Opening his eyes slowly to reveal purple orbs that shined within the darkness of the room, he uncrossed the arms he never noticed that were crossed in the first place. Letting them rest at his side, he moved his slowly to the dark shape sleeping on the couch in the corner of the room, sides rising and falling gently. He let out a sigh, tilting his head to the side a bit with a small faint smile before it disappeared. Why was he smiling all of a sudden? This was odd. With a small shake of his head, he walked over the sleeping female figure on the couch with quiet steps. Peering down, he sucked in a small breath. Amora’s face was blissful to say in the least, the anger and fury she had shown was gone, replaced by a look of innocence.

Thump thump

Why was? Kenneth placed a hand over his head, looking down at his chest as he could feel the pulse underneath his hand. A quick pulse that resembled the heartbeat of a rabbit in the gaze of a wolf. And with that rabbit like speed, came the pull once more. The very same pull from earlier; taking a step forward, he approached the shape closer and closed until he was touching the couch. With a hand still over his heart, he peered down at the sleeping figure, giving a gulp as he felt himself kneel next to the couch and move his free towards the sleeping Amora. Did the prince hesitate when he saw the Sleeping Beauty? He surely must have because there he was, hand trembling slightly in the air before it moved so it was over Amora’s face.

May the overlords have mercy on his virtual soul for doing this. Amora was a cruel mistress, a lioness on the battlefield with no mercy and who loved nothing more than to shed the blood of her foes...yet she was playful soul, an innocent soul who was a byproduct of her past.

Just like him.

His breathing was shaky as he moved his hand soft as a dove’s coo as he swept stray hairs to the side of his sleeping beauty’s face. He hadn’t regretted doing what he did earlier, after all it had caught Amora off guard enough to make her finally spill what had been plaguing her. Something Kenneth had tried to help with his own Kenneth way, and it actually worked out in a way. Amora had gotten weight lifted from her shoulders and finally was able to sleep and Kenneth...he was able to see this rare sight. Without realizing it, a smile graced his face, an actual warm smile as a warm feeling ran through his veins. This same feeling dared him to do what he did, the same feeling he felt when he kissed Amora earlier.

Leaning in slowly, he pressed his lips against her cheek lightly like an angel’s kiss before he pulled back.  Moving his hands and shoulders, he slipped his jacket off, carefully covering the sleeping Amora with it before walking away from her. His eyes awake and alert, full of exhilaration with his lips and fingertips tingling from the acts he had just committed. He was a sinful angel, a stung scorpion tamer, a corrupted Anti-Virus.

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BrookeVeil [2016-11-28 23:24:17 +0000 UTC]

*an echo sounds from the grave* Pssssst How've you been?

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