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cursed archer who drinks all your ram wine and calls you a stud

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Python why can’t you hit any of your targets

Except for Lukas of course

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えこず ♂×♂ まとめ

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The first request I worked on for over a day, but he was so beautiful I couldn’t just leave him as a sketch. Python for @theclockworkladyofeuropa. Really proud of this one.

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RGB summer though?

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Batch 2!! these were super fun!! ovo

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ρяιcк:

                             ❝ Disgusting. ❞

        flips him off.

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royal-botanist replied to your post:

Not as much as the war killed your eyesight

        he’s going to shoot an arrow at him.

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"At least I can see the tea."

        “i’m going to kill you.” and he’s also going to attack them.

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royal-botanist:

“No one asked you!”

        “fuck you, too!”

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bashfully-precious:

General concern filled the muted boy as Miyako debated on what he should do. He can see people gaze as they whisper comments to each other with judging eyes. Miya could not take it. Even if told not to he knelt down next to them his hand touching the other giving it a little pat.

        he could not see them, but he could feel them. the hand that touched his was instantly shoved off and away as python slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position. it was difficult, but he managed to do it -- by himself. “don’t touch me, did you not hear me?” whoever this was picked the wrong person to help.

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vaingloire:

          ❛ a child throws a fit when met with displeasure, as you are now. you’ve no right to claim otherwise as you rampage like a toddler, ❜ he snaps as he releases python, his horse stamping about beneath him once the archer’s fist makes contact. his wild steed—it wouldn’t do either of them any good if his flailing about angered dis as his temperament rivaled berkut’s own.

          it didn’t matter how much python was suffering, this behavior was unacceptable. fleeing camp, running into unknown territory, throwing a tantrum—all while blind.

          ❛ I’ve no mind to tolerate such comportment; you are a grown man. act like it ! ❜ he makes no attempt to mince his words, he was at his wit’s end. yet, abandonment didn’t cross his mind in the least. even as python’s fist nearly comes in contact with his steed once more, instead landing rather solidly against his own armor. though not hit, his horse gives a disgruntled whinny.

          ❛ now if you’re done with your tantrum— ❜ his eyes trail to the archer’s hand, noting the state that it was in. it only angers him further that he persists in this childish behavior.❛ get on the damned horse so we can return to camp. or so help me I will drag you back like the pitiful, sniveling child you are. ❜ 

        his upper lip rises in a snarl. “shut up.” his demand in itself is childish. 

        “i’m not going anywhere.” while he did not want to make trouble for his friends, python was beyond angry at the god he no longer believed in. that rage continued to blind him mentally, leaving him unable to think clearly. 

        “why do you care anyways?” this time, instead of punching berkut, he merely shoves him away. he can not afford to punch anything anymore, as his knuckles were already throbbing. if he could see, he’d also notice that there were splinters stuck in his fist. if not treated soon, the open wounds could easily become infected. 

        “why would anyone care about some blind sniper, anyways?” another shove, this time harder. “you’re just going to drag me back to camp and then ditch me at the nearest town.” another shove. “I didn’t even want to fight! forsyth dragged me into this, and look where it got me!” good thing they were in the middle of nowhere, as his voice was rising higher and higher as his temper exploded. 

        “i just wanted an easy life!” now he’d be forgotten and abandoned by his friends. “so just go away!” he felt no hands on his body, so he’d turn away from berkut and run. if they were just going to get rid of him, python might as well do it for them. 

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        “i’m fine. don’t touch me.” he may be blind, but that didn’t mean he needed to be helped like some child.

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When a drinking party goes awry with our Deliverance pals!

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my 3ds has been dead for like 2 weeks i miss the boys

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“But as Lukas’ eye caught on Python’s battered green shoulder guard – Forsyth’s shoulder guard – he couldn’t help but frown.”

Python’s ‘bad ending’ in Shadows of Valentia really moved and inspired me. I decided to write a fanfic about it, and to draw this accompanying picture. I love these characters so much.

A Dream That Died - AO3 /  ff.net

Characters: Python, Forsyth, Lukas, Clive

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i just want to s-rank them