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Idk just thought it would be fun to paint, but blood baths are always fun
Arko got sprayed in the face with Anika's blood and is pretty traumatized.

story where it happened:
[PV] Holy AngelA dark tanned hand gingerly closed the door, not even bothering to look back, instead smiling to herself as she left. Angel was left solemnly in a state of emotional injury. Polaroid pictures masked the spruce wood of the dining room table. It wasn't the traumatic death of a loved one or any gory depiction, but to her, it was much worst. Back when she had lived in her home country of Honduras, her whole life was planned out. She had a decent job, a house, and most of all a fiance that she loved, until she was plucked straight out of there and sent to the god forsaken town known as Project Void. She always assumed that she would go back, but for some reason she hadn't yet, but now she was pretty sure that she didn't want to go back.
The photos that Khati managed to collect and leave for her were of her fiance, or now supposed ex fiance, with another woman. Most were rather innocent pictures that could be snapped by street view or from behind bushes, but it were the lewd ones that d

arko/art© me

Description
Idk just thought it would be fun to paint, but blood baths are always fun
Arko got sprayed in the face with Anika's blood and is pretty traumatized.

story where it happened:
[PV] Holy AngelA dark tanned hand gingerly closed the door, not even bothering to look back, instead smiling to herself as she left. Angel was left solemnly in a state of emotional injury. Polaroid pictures masked the spruce wood of the dining room table. It wasn't the traumatic death of a loved one or any gory depiction, but to her, it was much worst. Back when she had lived in her home country of Honduras, her whole life was planned out. She had a decent job, a house, and most of all a fiance that she loved, until she was plucked straight out of there and sent to the god forsaken town known as Project Void. She always assumed that she would go back, but for some reason she hadn't yet, but now she was pretty sure that she didn't want to go back.
The photos that Khati managed to collect and leave for her were of her fiance, or now supposed ex fiance, with another woman. Most were rather innocent pictures that could be snapped by street view or from behind bushes, but it were the lewd ones that d

arko/art© me