apothecaric

beloved possession

  • she or it, as you please

this one draws and writes, when it can.
patience is appreciated, responses are precious.


▏ [LAUGHTER] See, now we're getting somewhere! Don't be shy, baby, I can take a little rough - s-stuff - ffuck -- pretty bird, you know you wanna, you know you do, just- come up here and- tear my fuckin’ wings off–-

We shouldn’t give these things mics, man.

Donner Leash to Donner-2. Quit playing with your food.

No, no, no, come on not now- I’m so close, motherfucker I am this fucking close-

Next shot kills, or you’re not seeing the inside of that cockpit for a month.

[...]

Oh, what the fuck-

God damn!

Hostile splashed. That’s the 401st’s snuffstar for you.

Donner Leash to Blackeye. Appreciate it if you stopped encouraging her.


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in reply to @apothecaric's post:

you're kind of supposed to read donner-2's lines in the same tone as that cut project wingman dialogue where your co-pilot starts howling "JUST KILL HIM! KILL HIM! PUT THE NOSE ON HIM AND KILL HIM, HE'S OUT IN FRONT!" and then breaks down into raw, hysterical laughter once you get the shot