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Doodled some Warrior cats! Meet Swanheart and her apprentice Goosepaw. Swanheart has swan feathers in her fur, trophies she took from a swan she fought. Goosepaw was given a goose feather by his mother, she claims the feather fell on her when she was contemplating a name for her kit.

Before anyone jumps my ass for the feathers:

I’m indigenous. Though I don’t look it and I’m a few generations out. Having feathers in hair/fur/as accessories isn’t racist, it’s literally a design choice.

Here’s a combo of 25 and 26! Autumn and Artificer, my newest DND character Josriel. He’s a fey eladrin/human gunslinger-warlock.

Rest In Peace Lance Reddick, you and your work mean so much to countless people.

We salute you Commander.

Playing Destiny 2, specifically Crucible. Just watched a guy pop Well of Radiance after getting stabbed once on full health and full shield. By one dude.

They say Hunter mains are cowards-

The way I audibly said “holy shit 😮”

Simon "Ghost" Riley // Gilded Reaper Operator Skin

fine.. FINE! Dis skin gonna be mine, soon

TRANS SWAG

Years ago you came up with a nonsensical code phrase that you would use if you ever went back in time and needed to convince yourself of who you were. You never wrote it down or told anyone what it was. Today a young woman you’ve never met walks up to you on the sidewalk and speaks the phrase.

anyway. onto better things

Here’s day 28, ghost!

This is Briar, the ghost-like pilot of the Starship Nova! She’s a wild card, taking risks many would call insane but always pulling it off. She’s bound to the mortal realm by her cursed jacket. She’s Camille’s girlfriend.

(Her shirt is a little messed up, it’s supposed to be a dark purple)

Y’all remember when everyone called Puffy Dream’s mom? Yeah let me elaborate on that.

Could you imagine Puffy in denial that her little baby, her little duckling, is a monster? Could you imagine her finally coming to terms with it, her taking up a sword against him? Her joining the rebellion to dethrone the son she loves so dearly.

But then the gang discovers Dream has been possessed for a very long time, a Dreamon and its host, now they set out to find out a way to separate them. After finding a way to do so a huge battle ensues and Puffy is the one to separate the Dreamon from Dream.

Imagine her, battered and bruised, stumbling to the center of a huge crater where her little duckling lays. She calls out “Son?” As she gets closer, Dream looks up, mask cracked, “Mom?”. Puffy runs to him, gathering her son in her arms, “I’m here, I’m here.” “You’re okay, you’re okay.”

Is this my desperate need for positive physical affection? Is this my touch-starved state speaking? Maybe. I was just chilling in my room thinking bout Mama Puffy than B O O M angst.