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He/They/it Jackal/Bandersnatch I do art :) || Even in death I still server ๐Ÿ’…โœจ

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My Little Gay Ppl

My Little Gay Ppl
My Little Gay Ppl
My Little Gay Ppl

My little gay ppl

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2 years ago
DO NOT SEND ASKS OF THIS TO THE OP BECAUSE I WILL NOT DO THEM
DO NOT SEND ASKS OF THIS TO THE OP BECAUSE I WILL NOT DO THEM

DO NOT SEND ASKS OF THIS TO THE OP BECAUSE I WILL NOT DO THEM

SEND ME A CHARACTER + EMOTION/COLOR PALETTE (OR BOTH)

feel free to reblog and use them yourself :)


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3 years ago

Awoken by cries of pain

Hellsing writing practice

"montana! Get yourself together man! You don't have much time! Hurry!!"

the voice split his thoughts as he fumbled, eyes searching around, he tried to locate who it came from, but the hurried crowd of his comrades kept him from seeing the owner of the eerily familiar voice whom called him. He felt his chest tighten as he scrambled for his gun, grasping it tightly as he moved with the comrades. Soviets. They were attacking, that's what he remembered, for some reason his mind was a jumbled blur, but he remembered that. One couldn't forget as the gunfire began to ring out now. He felt his grip tighten, but something made his heart begin to thunder in his chest. His eyes watched as one after another figures jolted, blood splattered and the ringing in his ears was all he had as they dropped like flies. He soon slowed looking around him. Bodies strewn about, blood soaking everything even his own body. His ears rang out and his heat thumped in his throat as he stepped back once, then again.

"Run Montana! Run!"

The voice again ushered- no demand, almost screamed but he looked around and saw nothing but casualties. He felt his heart beat against the boney cage which held it there, almost as if it were ready to break free and leap from his chest, though he felt his body go cold as he bumped into a solid shape. Grasp loosening on the gun as he felt a shiver rush up his spine, his gaze landed upon one of the enemies which had bombarded him and his comrades. His eyes widened as they spoke to one another, several men now approaching. He knew not the language, but he knew what it meant, as slowly they cracked their knuckles, one grabbing him by the collar of his uniform. He tried to fire but his aim was horrid, even without the shake, the men laughed yanking away the gun. He felt his heart in his throat once more pounding like a criminal at his cell door, the iron taste of blood filling his mouth as he bite down on the tip of his tongue, the first blow was delivered. He felt numb and helpless, this feeling rising as they contuined, his ears still ringing as the blows were swift and painful.

"NO! NO- NOOO-"

the horrified voice of the major rang through the mighty zeppelin as he jolted awake, nearly falling out of his bed. He shook like a young child awoken from a horrible dream, cowering with his blankets wrapped tightly around him. Tears and chilling sweat drenched his face and body. He buried his head among the blankets as he contuined to sob, much quieter so not to alert anyone else to his emotional state.

"Why most these things be so hard to control- why- why do they plague me so."

he whimpered between muffled sobs. Form shivering, weeping, like many children would in his situation. But, unlike these fearful children wrapped safely in their beds, there was no warm arms to hug them of a concerned parental figure. Unlike most folk of his age, no partner worriedly awoken by the cries of pain and agony to wrap him in the blankets and a loving embrace, to coo to him sweet nothings and the fact he was safe. But this was the way major liked it, to keep these hideous thoughts his own, for they were his burdens to bury. His to trifle with. For he was no child, no regular man of his age. He was Major Montana max. A man who had chosen his fate, and will bare it to the end.


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3 years ago
He Is Trying To Find His Second Son

He is trying to find his second son

Bonus

He Is Trying To Find His Second Son

He is in fact a big ol' hypocrite. Won't recharge when he needs it.

But hey the struggles of a science dad


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3 years ago
I Don't Think That Was Even Close To Your Objective-

I don't think that was even close to your objective-

I think I hear starscream in the distance


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2 years ago

C10 + fistfight with god + Pucci for the challenge thingie

He will finally achieve heaven!!

Really liking this one!!! Cheated a little with it tho >vโ€ข I think it adds more to em!!

C10 + Fistfight With God + Pucci For The Challenge Thingie

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C10 + Fistfight With God + Pucci For The Challenge Thingie

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May or may not be thinking abt a Redemption arc au for him tbh- thxs for giving me some reason to bring it up lol <33

Pov: you gotta baby sit the prisoner ur gf and her dad just beat the shit out of

C10 + Fistfight With God + Pucci For The Challenge Thingie

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