Feel free to hit me up as you run across me.

Holy shit, Kotori. You're amazing, as always.

Actually. I'm in.

Freaking unreal art as per usual.

Would love to see your take on Claudeson.

i'm usually down for things i'm unaware of

Time to work on my critique muscle a bit. Take a look-see at my boy Morgan, would you please?

Might you be able to draw one of my late v7 childs, Claudeson Bademosi? Appearance: Standing at 6'0" and weighing 185 lbs, Claudeson is a sturdy individual, with his thick frame being a mix of natural musculature and a large bone structure. While not overly muscled, Claudeson is thick, by every...

Have your yeeting you blasted kids

Morgan was going to teach Diego how to fly; Diego had insisted he demonstrate. The pressure relieved from his leg, but as Diego came alive and gave him a shove, Morgan quickly understood that he had a whole new problem now. As he saw the boy move in his peripheral vision, he tried to stand, but he w...

Over the course of his life, Morgan had made a lot of jokes about someone ending up 'inside' someone else. It was low-hanging fruit but usually elicited at least a half-chuckle from most people. It was almost always intended as a sex joke. There was nothing remotely sexual about the sudden intrusion...

Stopping only a few feet from the battered boy in front of him, Morgan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It served a dual purpose; his equilibrium was still off from the numerous shots to the head that he'd taken at Diego's hands and his nerves were racing at the thought of picking the small b...

What was next, anyhow? Diego had gone down — for the count, it seemed — and Morgan knew that the time was coming at which he would have to take the one action that ran contrary to all of the beliefs that he'd ever had. He wasn't a fighter; this particular scrum had made that painfully clear, relying...

I need to ask for a last minute 1 day extension - I should have asked for three instead of two before; the other threads didn't finish fast enough so I'll need the extra day to finish it up.

Son of a bitch; the little shit had hit him with his own gun. It had taken a few moments to shake the cobwebs from his head after he'd received yet another blow to his head, and by the time he had, Diego had tried and failed to shoot him with the Walther and was limping away in search of something. ...

Diego didn't know what the hell he was talking about. In the classic example of someone who valued their own life above all else, he assumed that Morgan was talking to him. His right fist screamed from all of the abuse he was doling out, the adrenaline likely the only reason that his head hadn't ins...