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she is my babbu and i am her sloth-chan
the ketchup to my mustard, circa 2002
a friend wise and talented beyond her years, and always up for tagteaming long-derp
a friend whose artwork, encouragement, and admiration for cath
's pants never fails to bring a smile to my face
one of the kindest and most passionate indie devs i've met. she is so inspiring and talented
a new frand (//froths at mouth) who still hasn't run away yet (ok emoji). (//muffled screaming in background: gEt OUT while you CAANN)
and last but not least...wait who is this
jk. my soulm8
pls don't tase me for featuring older work; i couldn't leave u out m8
Street HaikuSirens cascading—
And the glow of neon lights
Through the city streets.
The shadows of dusk
Awaken sleeping streetlights—
A dog’s bark echoes
Cats weave through puddles—
The ground is slick with rain
After evening storms
Down the avenue—
A couple walks hand in hand
Shaded by the trees
On the corner:
The vendor and his food cart—
An interest of birds
The pickpocket stands
In the dark of an alley—
Here comes a handbag
Midnight is filled
With laughing and fast chatter—
Sound brighter than light
The smell of traffic—
Cars trundle off to work and
The smog never lifts
Are of nature not cities—
I was curious.
TeoThe sound of scaffolds collapsing and a young voice crying out broke the eerie silence of the alley. The Commander turned. She saw the soldier at the end of the path as the fallen wood erupted into flames behind him. He stood as an armed shadow against the heat and light; blue and white uniform patched with burns, green curls damp with sweat, young face smeared with ash. Cinders danced around him like fireflies before rising into a blackened night sky. Their light reflected off his gleaming swords and his dark eyes, which narrowed when they met her stare. Her pale eyes widened.
“He’s just a boy…”
The mercenary badge gleamed copper on the soldier’s belt. He raised his weapons: two cutlasses, stained with a blood-red stripe, and shouted.
“Intruder! This is our village!”
They watched each other like hunters in new territory, waiting for the next move as wood crackled and breathed smoke around them. The Commander sheathed her axe and steppe
Xmas: Karaoke“Okay green-eyes, hold it steady while I tape it up.”
Steven called down to him from atop a ladder. Fitch grunted, holding his hands above his head. His eyes were gleaming. Overhead, gold tinsel was glowing green and floating near the ceiling.
“I’m trying… But I’ve never lifted something like this.”
“You’re doing great.” As he spoke, a floating piece of duct tape screeched as it was unrolled in mid-air.
Unfortunately, nobody realised what Acer was doing until it was too late. The red-headed boy, sporting a green elf-hat, turned on the karaoke machine. He picked up the microphone, grinned and took a deep breath as the music started.
“I DON’T WANT A LOT FOR CHRISTMAS…”
Everyone decorating the room froze, shoulders hunched. Slowly, they turned and looked at him with wide eyes. Linus, holding baubles for the tree, said what everyone was thinking.
“THERE IS JUST ONE THING
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