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Haven’t watched this entire show yet but all I can say is he has done nothing wrong in his entire life and he’s my pookie and he didn’t kill people because nazi’s aren’t people. Free him.

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The Creature Commandos

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coin operated boy

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My friend got me into creature commandos and im suffering from fishbride brainrot 😨

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couple of recent jv sketches

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WE ARE THE VOLATILE CHILDREN!

This is a piece I wrote recently to see where my writing is currently, because it's heavily based on who I'm around. 😭

A hand laid on Waco Harte's broad shoulder, fingers curling inward to tug him back. The weight of his brother's hand forced him to stay in place, losing all sense to fight or even move. Was it his lack of will? Truth be told, he didn't have a clue what it was. Harte just knew that he had been muzzled like a bad dog, a crazed beast stricken with some disease. As if his caustic saliva will be used to choke the truth from his father's throat in vomit and acid-filled passages. What did his brother want to spare him from—anger? What good would it do to be the one to lay hands on the man who intended to cause them impractical aching? What this said aching if not just longing for it all to be over? It wasn't anger, but rather insurmountable grief. Perhaps their father wanted to ask for pardon and kindness. He knelt before the two of them, like a petty thief with a grudge against another—he had never been an honest thief.

The boy's hands reached into his chest, ripping the heartstrings tied by his mother. He had always wanted her blood, not his father's. He couldn't deny that a part of him was in Waco, so he looked at his brother, who stood with a dull glint in his hazel eyes. Stern and disgusted by their father's acts, he cried out for a God who turned his back on him. He shifted his gaze to his father, pulling his shoulder free from his brother's grip, and stepped away. Just like God and everyone else, he walked away. Each stride is open and properly spaced, meticulous and accurate. Waco was no longer the damned beggar's kid, and his heart stopped beating for him. Never again would that man come near him, he swore by it and would keep it. If that fucker even tried, there would be bloodied faces and bruised knuckles. A lesson would be taught, he best beg for the mercy of his God for he would not be the one to give it.

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Helloooo SAILOR....