Since I couldn’t find a Cuphead wan pizz au, I gave up and made my own
Apologies for posting less and seeming a bit less active. I’ve just been a bit tired.
Definitely like this more recent AU than my other ones
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guess who finished link click
drew this while binging it and i am not ok. link click needs to pay for the damage it has done to my mental state
anyways link click fandom i offer Qiao Ling as an entry fee into the friend group plz accept i need too scream abt this show.
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"I am the observer, I am a witness of life. I live in the space between the stars and the sky."
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i tell myself every single day i need to get my sleep schedule on track and i never do that
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When I was young my dad offhandedly told me he thought people treated fish with so much casual cruelty because fish can’t scream.
The words branded themselves across my soul.
As an adult I think he may have been joking. He payed no especial attention to any indignities fish suffered in our household but I could never forget. I saw fish in a different light after that.
Fish kept in tiny bowls, breathing their own poisons, dying by inches. Fish kept in cold tanks, casually disposed of. Fish touted as being short lived when they could outlive the better loved family dog if only they could breathe. Fish casually won and discarded in cheap plastic bags, thrown away a week later.
How they would scream, if they could.
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i just think its silly guys, dont you? :D
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Her ears rang. Her vision swam.
There was something beautiful about the blood dripping on the asphalt.
Hers…?
It trailed, almost ethereally, from her fingers as she reached up.
The riot police seemed blinding, sun bouncing off the transparent shields.
Her bloodstains, however, melted cleanly through the reinforced plastic.
She stood, too easily, as if her back propelled itself upwards.
Her soiled hands pierced the masks just as easily as the shields. The screaming mixed with the smell of burning plastic.
As her claws grew…
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She awoke, sweating, on a sunless weekend morning.
With clean hands and stained nails.
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something something kiss cam at a hockey game where there’s an empty seat between you and soap but he’s cute, gives you a smirk and a why not? shrug, leans over to give you such a filthy kiss the camera has to cut away seconds later.
the next time the kiss cam comes on, the seat between you is filled, and ghost decides he deserves a kiss too.
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