#froggscorner

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hear me out guys….

Alien Daughter… Two rando guys that found her at the exact same time. they ‘aren’t gay’ for each other and refuse to acknowledge it.

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ladies and Gentlefriends. I present Jill Krown.

And Venessa :3

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Supernova!

I can’t stop drawing them. Help me. JK I’m fine. Look at my lovely women! Venessa is on the left with the freckles and highlights, and Jill is on the right with the piercing and the bad haircut.

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SuperNova.

my favorite lesbians Jill amd Venessa.

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Destruction Marsma.

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Prince Of Flight

prologue pt.2

Blinking, the mysterious figure was gone, and so was the bright light. The bombs still shook the earth but there was far less fire than what the man had seen. It was almost like it hadn’t happened at all, he felt a sense of deja vu wash over him. He’d never seen that person before, but he felt like he would…

It was a long time before the quakes of explosions faded away. He’d removed the sand and glass from his flesh as best he could, which wasn’t enough really. He soon passed out from the pain. Seeing green tinted dreams that seemed prophetic.

end Prologue.

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Prince Of Flight.

prologue.

The pain was everywhere. Glass in his arms, legs, embedded in his forehead. The glass maker was bleeding. Feeling like his limbs were burning, molten glass sticking painfully against his face and cooling just as bad. He couldn’t hear a thing, just a faint ringing, the ground shook and the scent of burning tapestries filled his lungs.

Seeing his companion on the floor he reached out only to feel the glass dig deeper he was sure he screamed, sure he cried. But he couldn’t hear his own pain. That bright light he saw wasn’t death. It was fire. And a slender figure stood within the flames, it’s silent cackles of joy silhouetted in death.

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I flipped a coin since the vote was 50/50

(Enjoy Prince Of Flight)

Kira walked swiftly through the crowd, weaving and dodge drunks and families who excitedly watched the performance. The bright eccentric music was drilling holes through her skull. She had to make it to the podium before the device was connected… she just had… to make it…. she tripped over a small avian child who had been running around and probably playing with his friend, Kira was awful with kids. shit… shit no. She carefully helped the kid up and winced when the kid sniffled, without even thinking she patted the kid on the head and ducked around onlookers who had seen her small failure. She was a tad bit mortified. Glancing at the large clock tower she felt full of fear, realizing she had about thirty seconds to reach her target. Kira felt the gem dig into her rib cage, a sign that her master was displeased by her lateness. She had just barely dodged a firecracker and a second toddler, when the first flare went into the midnight sky… and then he took over.