I knew this was going to happen; but nothing I could change. I knew those words, that tone. He didn't look back. He didn't have to. I screamed, I laughed. I cried. Before I knew it, it was in my hand. In his back. On the ground. It was over. I knew this was going to happen. #writing#shortstory
🔆 ART RAFFLE 🔆 Thank y’all so much for 100+! To celebrate, I’d like to have an art raffle! First winner: half-body simple color. Second winner: (If I reach 200 when the raffle ends) simple-colored bust piece. TO ENTER: • Must be following me! • Like and leave a comment with OC ref. GOOD LUCK!
Had to track down a half body reference, but my FFXIV character is the closest thing to an OC I have. - Laughs at his own dumb jokes before pulling out a gun. - Tries to be suave, can't keep a straight face.
The downside to being Canadian is that whenever an artist posts commission prices, I have to assume it's in USD and automatically add 20% for exchange. Which increases my crying by 10% because I'm already broke, and I respect artists and want to pay them their worth.
I swear I'm only staring to spot the differences.
So I was woken up from an angry dream, physically ready to throw hands; an hour before my alarm. Not the kind of morning blood-pumping adrenaline I want.