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Zacharie sin su máscara
The batter.....me gusto como salio la verdad pero no me gusto el de perfil AAAAAH!!!!
The judge/pablo
Más zacharie cosita peshosha
Bueno eeeeh....version humana de juez y valerie....tal vez haga más de esto más adelante me gusto como me salieron
Unas weas random que hice para una publicación random con hermosas y obvias muestras de off game
Más un extra (se que ya no estaba esa madre del vagón pero quise hacerlo, no me peguen pls)
No diré nada no daré respuestas solo espero sea de su agrado este pequeño trabajo.
Les presento fandom de athf, el joven Zacharie, fandom de off, Shake.
JSJSJ no se que paso por mi cabeza pero no me arrepiento!
(Ya se la saben, el diseño de shake pertenece a @bestosunglass , espero no tenerlo hasta la madre con tantas etiquetas)
Como sea, espero les agrade.
Day 1: Warm up
(Esto se supone que debía salir ayer pero weno, vere si puedo subir a tiempo el del día 2)
Offtober
Day 6: Eyes/Teeth
Offtober
Day 7: Music
Offtober
Day 8: Game of mortal fall
i think everyone should be at least a little bit fixated on a niche video game that came out like 10 years ago and has never been relevant enough to discuss with people you know in real life. for your health
miscellaneous batter doodles and a bonus sucre
The elsen-like little worker ants
Vader Eloha and The Batter
This is for @tanblaque because our little talk (if you can call it that lmao) about Vader made me remember a short little thing I wrote about her ages ago and I wanted to share it and contribute to the OFF fandom for myself! Nothing in OFF fascinates me more than Vader Eloha, and this is sort of a love letter to our one interaction with her.
This is the first piece of content I’ve been confident enough to share ever so I apologise if it’s a little botched I’d love to hear what y’all think here we go hhhhhh
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Ah.
Ah.
What happened, my love?
Why did you leave?
We were supposed to be happy.
We should’ve been happy.
You should’ve been happy.
You weren’t.
~~~
He was ours, like we were his.
He made us, father to son to mother. Holy Trinity.
But you were unhappy from creation, burning with indignation and self-righteous fury.
You petitioned with a god, purified with zealousness, wiped the chalkboard clean and ate the crumbs.
Swing by swing you ate and burned and swept and cleansed and-
And-
And there was nothing left but us and that chair and that room with the son.
~~~
“Go home.” I say, for you are not welcome here.
But you and I both know you are home, and you say so.
You say I failed him, I say not so, for everything I have done has been for him, how can you not see?
“We were so busy preparing the birthday party that we forgot who it was for.” You say, so self-assured in your righteousness, in your ideals.
It is not fair. All we have done to set up the carnival, all of it has been ruined by you.
No more.
You will not go further.
~~~
We fight-
I am gravely disappointed.
With fists and words and tools and meat.
No dessert for you.
Did you even soak in the world he created?
Have you filled your life with beauty?
We know what happens if you purify me.
There is nothing but the void after me.
You don’t even know his first name.
You don’t know him.
~~~
Ah.
Ah.
Here I stand
At the end of this world.
The father in front,
The son behind.
There was a big cake
And some coffee.
Do you want some coffee…my love?
“Time to forget it all and dream sweet dreams.”
Yes.
Sleep.
That sounds nice.
Goodnight. I love you.