arms crossed, flatly meeting her gaze with a twitch of the nose.
〝 I'm not a cook. 〞
Taking on all armies, facing off against all of
creation, destroying all people.
Others are not needed.
Lovers, comrades, children, even kings --
everyone is unecessary.
Always aloof, always the strongest, always taking the victory.
Killing, killing, continuing to kill.
The end result is a hill of corpses piled up.
Declaring himself the strongest, boasting
about being the strongest, roaring out he is
the strongest.
Even if no one acknowledges it, I
acknowledge it.
"Yeah, sure. If you waste time nagging at me, then I'll probably get annoyed."
the berserker matches her eyes -- unblinking.
"So? Hurry up and get out."
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his eyes followed her throughout — segmented tail lazily swaying and dripping crimson onto the floor below.
“Mm. Do as you like.”
he reached out, grabbing the first pan he saw and placed it before her; eyes closing with a yawn after.
𝙱𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛 retweeted
I'm having a hard time getting over my block/reluctance/dread to post any of my art, but today's a good day.
Anyway, here's a sketch of Cú in celebration of Autumn.🍁
#FGO
