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[patchy @patchycu]

@bunariis shes super cute!! the art makes me really happy for some reason

[andy 🌻🌠 playing library of ruina (SPOILERS) @bunariis]

first time drawing her, i don't know if it looks like angela i am sorry

#LibraryOfRuina

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if u guys have some ideas id appreciate it :D

[patchy @patchycu]

hi sorry for not posting for a bit!! heres a wip of angela #LibraryOfRuina

[patchy @patchycu]

kinda a very heavy wip so im still kind of deciding on stuff

[Wito 「🥽✨」 @WitoTV]

I'm Wito! The Weasel Vtuber any here's my official character page!

Birthday: April 1st
Height: 165cm

Design: @/S0mnusXXI
Character page: @/Keiseeaaa

Welcome in Weewoverse!

[Kim 🌞 @Kimbapkun]

i was mad so i drew ayin
#Ayin ,, #LobotomyCorporation

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@axunice_

[patchy @patchycu]

i dont care how long this was posted ITS SO CUTEEEEEEEEEEE ERISSS

[caths 🧬 @vinepilled]

give the people more eris
#depthspelunking

[patchy @patchycu]

@Kimbapkun congratulation!!

[patchy @patchycu]

GO CHECK OUT HER ART ITS SO COOL

[Wito 「🥽✨」 @WitoTV]

【GREMLIN REVEAL/DEBUT】

Long awaited, its finally here!
Be there or... I don't know... Something...

🕓 November 2nd, 8PM CET / 11AM PDT / 3AM JST (+1 day)

[Dontakatan @Kohakuenjoyer]

Writers note 1: I had to reupload the chapter because twitter cooked the formatting for some reason.

Cleanup Crew: The Daily Lives of W Corp. Agents. Chapter 4:

The bullets whooshed past my face.

One of them came so close that I felt the air brush against my cheek.

I was lucky. If Iryia hadn't tightly grabbed me, I'd probably have died right then and there.

A rather embarrassing way to go, if you ask me. I'd always imagined getting killed by some fucked up Distortion. Perhaps I'd valiantly sacrifice myself, telling my subordinates some bullshit like 'With great power comes great paychecks.' Or take down the ultimate passenger before collapsing into the arms of my non-existent super sexy tomboyish girlfriend. While bleeding out from the wound, I could give her one final tongue-stretching Frenchie before dying and clocking straight into another hell.

Wait, I can't just let my mind drift like that?! Zinnia, focus up right now! You can dream about your picture-perfect non-existent wife later!

''FOOLS OF THE MORTAL REALM! YOU THINK YOU CAN SNUFF OUT THE FLAME OF MY DARK REIGN?! I SEE THROUGH YOUR PALTRY SCHEMES, WRETCHED VERMIN OF THE BLUE KINGDOM!''

The voice came from somewhere behind a mountain of corpses. It was loud enough to make my ears ring and reverberated off the train, rattling the walls.

Something about it felt weirdly familiar, although I couldn't remember what.

Four more bullets slammed into the seats behind us, leaving behind impact holes about the size of my nails.

''What the hell is this freak yapping about?!''
Ha-jun shouted from across the aisle, his legs wobbling like a jitterbug.

Iryia crouched beside me, peering at the holes in the chairs with stars in her eyes. ''Those bullets...'' She fingered the holes and licked her pointer. ''...Ain't lead!''

''Why would you lick that?!'' Ha-jun made a face as he watched her.

''What? If it isn't lead, then what's he shooting at us?!''

''Lead doesn't punch holes like that.'' She stuck out her tongue. ''Blehhhhh... Tastes worse than a rotten spleen.''

I glanced at the nearest impact mark. Whatever struck the seat had left behind a small, wet smear.

Finally, that creep stopped shooting, meaning he doesn't have endless ammo in a mag.

I took the opportunity to raise my head just enough to see over the seats, hoping desperately he doesn't blow my brains clean off...

That's when I could finally see him, the creep shooting at us.

He had barricaded himself behind a pile of bodies. The corpses of these poor passengers were compressed together to the point where they resembled meat cubes with arms and legs. Their hands kept moving wildly around, trying to rip themselves free of the trench, but only dug themselves further into the mush.

No one takes a Warp Train without being affected by the rift, but this man mutated noticeably worse than anything I'd seen before.

His face was still recognizable as human... However, his right eye had swollen until it protruded from its socket. A long, fleshy tube connected it to his face, like a mockery of a rifle scope. His right arm was even worse. Where his fingers should've been, four circular holes had opened in the flesh, reminding me of the barrels of a gun.

He spotted me and raised his arm.

''FOUL MORTALS! MY HELL-FORGED PROJECTILES SHALL PIERCE EVERY CREVICE OF YOUR WRETCHED FORMS UNTIL NAUGHT, BUT ASH REMAINS!''

Four more projectiles whistled over my head.

For a second, I wondered how many bullets he could have stored inside himself. What happens inside Warp Trains can hardly be explained by logic. After all, we're sending these hopeless fucks through hell itself, so it's probably best for me not to overthink it. I'd rather not have another meatsnake situation.

Something about the shape of his projectiles really bothered me, though. They were too thin and pale to be actual bullets. One embedded itself in the fleshy walls, letting me catch a glimpse of a familiar body part.

I dug through the meat with my gloves, searching for the bullet, and found something else instead.

''You've got to be kidding me...''

''What?!'' Iryia asked.

''He's shooting fingernails at us!''

Of course it had to be another meatsnake situation...

The passenger extended his other arm. Tubes of meat jutted out of it, just like the other, though they were connected to meaty, egg-shaped cocoons on the walls.

''ARISE, MY DEMONS OF ANNIHILATION! SINK YOUR FANGS INTO THEIR ANKLES! DEVOUR THEIR BONES! RAZE THEIR FLESH TO OBLIVION!''

They moved... Wait, what the fuck? They actually moved; don't tell me they're alive?!

A wet tearing sound followed, and the fleshy cocoons along the carriage split open. One by one, passengers crawled out through the holes, cutting through the silky membrane over their oily skin.

Two spiky, long arms protruded from their hunched-over shoulders, using them to crawl along the walls and ceiling.

''Two... three... four... ten... twenty?!'' Ha-jun counted them. ''Shit, there are way too many!''

Iryia rushed forward without any hesitation. Her daggers flashed bright blue as she carved through the first wave, and for a brief moment, a path opened between the seats.

''MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE!''

We tried cutting through them, but their flesh simply dragged itself together again while others kept crawling despite the pieces we'd removed from their bodies.

''These cunts won't stay down!'' Iryia yelled.

''We need to stop wasting our energy!''

The passengers kept dragging themselves closer, stepping over the countless disfigured bodies piling up in front of us.

Breathe.... Breathe. I just need to breathe. I need to calm down, or else we're fucked... Come on, Zinnia, you're not a rookie. You're a Level Four Agent. You've seen much worse in the past.

Please... get your head in the game.

If not for yourself, then at least do it for them!

How.... How am I supposed to do that?! How am I supposed to-

''Zinnia!''

Something slammed into my face, and my vision blurred for a second.

''Snap out of it, you stupid bitch!''

She's always there, huh? Always snapping me out of it... No matter where we are... I might hate her; well, hate is a little too strong a word. What I'm trying to say is. She's, uhm... I'm glad she's by my side.

''Are you going to just stand there, huh?! Waiting to be eaten by these bastards!''

I brushed over my cheek, my lips curving into a slight smile. ''Thanks, Iryia...''

''What the fuck are you thanking me for?!'' She yelled. ''Go and help Baby Face!'' She pointed at the doors.

Ha-jun pressed himself against the doors, trying his hardest not to fall against the passengers' claws.

''Guys! We really have to do something!''

Iryia looked at me. Her usual teasing smile was gone, replaced by an expression I'd never seen her wear before.

''Zinnia... allow me to Rip Space.'' She glanced at the door, the glow in her eyes darkening. ''I don't want to end up as one of them.''

''Fine.''

Her smile returned just as quickly.

''Really?''

''But you're the one writing the report, okay? I'm not spending four hours talking to that dick again.''

She leaned forward, closed one eye, and gave me a cute salute. ''Consider it done, boss!''

''You were waiting all day for an excuse to do this, weren't you?''

''Yep!'' Iryia stepped away and drove her boots into the meat-covered floor.

''Oi, Baby Face! Get outta my way.''

''But the door will-''

''Out of my way.'' She interrupted him.

Blue rippling plasma flared along her dagger's blades. The light reflected off the wet walls, turning the surrounding flesh an unpleasant shade of blue. The air flared up around her daggers, hot enough to produce mist.

Iryia slammed the blades together, and the space around them began to ripple.

It was kinda difficult to describe. Imagine looking at something through the bottom of a glass bottle, except the distorted view wasn't confined to an object. Reality itself bent around her daggers. I love seeing it each time. It's like an invisible hand is rearranging every little fiber of reality. Thin fractures appeared in the air, branching outward like the rotting roots of a dying tree. She slammed her daggers together with a grin, tearing open a purple rift in front of her.

The doors gave way beneath the pressure of the passengers, and they instantly lunged toward us.

''Zinnia, there is no way she can kill them by herself! We need to call for reinforcements!''

''Just watch, Ha-jun.''

The blades consumed the purple rift, and with one clean slash she cut through the first wave of passengers, opening a path for us.

I wasn't about to waste the opportunity.

''Now's our chance!''

We hurried past Iryia as she continued swinging her daggers through the swarm with a manic smile on her face. ''Keh... Keheheheheh!''

It was kinda unsettling, seeing her smile like that, but then again, I get the same way whenever I Rip Space.

So I suppose I could forgive her.

''HOW DARE YOU VANQUISH MY DARK DEMONS! MY OFFSPRING! MY CHERISHED CHAMPIONS OF THE UNDERWORLD!'' The gunner's voice boomed through the train. ''I... I WILL PIERCE YOU WITH MY MIGHTY BULLETS!''

''Does this guy ever shut up?'' I muttered.

Ha-jun, meanwhile, stared back at Iryia with his mouth hanging open.

''Was that an E.G.O.?! I've only ever seen one used once!''

''Nah. That's called Rip Space.'' I pulled him down behind the next row of seats as another volley of fingernails tore through the air above us. ''I'll explain later!''

We hurried toward the second set of doors and pressed ourselves against the wall.

The train was still full of screaming passengers, and the gunner was still firing at anything that moved. Even with Iryia keeping the horde occupied, there was no guarantee that she'd be able to hold them off forever.

''That bastard has way too much ammo,'' I muttered, glancing toward the trenchline.

Isn't it funny? I'm their boss, and yet I had absolutely no idea what to do. I'd been promoted to Level Four because my previous boss had gotten his skull caved in. I'd received a raise, a new set of responsibilities, and a whole lot of paperwork....But that still didn't fucking change me one bit. I still blanked in moments like this.

Ha-jun's arm was shaking, and his grip tightened around the polearm until his knuckles turned pale. He looked like he wanted to ask me what we were supposed to do now. I wanted to ask him the same thing.

Unfortunately... I still have some bills to pay.

''Ha-jun, listen to me.''

''I'm going to distract that freak... And you'll get close enough to take him down.''

''That's your plan?!'' His mouth fell open.

''I'm still ironing out the specifics.''

''THAT'S NOT A PLAN!''

''I'm glad we're on the same page, then.''

Another volley of fingernails ripped through the carriage. One struck the wall beside my head, burying itself in the metal with a wet crack.

Perhaps I should work on the specifics a little faster.

''That bastard's controlling the other passengers somehow,'' I said. ''If we take him out, the rest will stop too... maybe... possibly....I hope.''

''Maybe?!''

''Maybe!''

''Did you just fucking say maybe?!''

''Would you rather I lie to you?''

''Maybe...''

Damn you, W Corp, why the hell did you guys drop a loser like that at my station! And why was I stupid enough to hire him!

''Look,'' I said, forcing myself to act confident.
''I'm not asking you to kill him with one swing or something like that. You just need to get past that barricade and subdue him. You've got a weapon, you've got skill, and-''

''And I'm scared shitless, bitch!'' Ha-jun slammed his prosthetic arm against the fleshy wall beside him, smoke whirring out of it. ''I should've quit ages ago! And get a job as a... I don't know, baker or something!''

''Yeah? Do you think I asked for this?!'' My voice came out louder than I'd intended.

We stared at each other.

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

Nonetheless, the gunfire continued, and I could hear Iryia struggle against the overwhelming waves behind us.

This felt different... really different. He wasn't looking at me with anger. Not even disappointment. I hated it. I hated that he was frightened. I hated that I couldn't reassure him. I hated that I was supposed to be the one to know what to do. I hated it. I hated hated hated hated hated hated it! I even hated that for some reason in the back of my mind, I was already questioning whether I'd even remember any of this tomorrow. Did I even wanna remember any of this...? Why did I even accept this fucking raise in the first place?!

''Ha-jun,'' I said quietly. ''I know you think I'm supposed to have everything figured out because I'm your boss.''

My hands were shaking, so I kept them close, hoping he wouldn't notice.

''But I don't have everything figured out. Half of the time, I don't even know if I can trust my own head.''

The words coming out of my mouth tasted like I was eating burned toast. I wish I could just crack one of my stupid fucking jokes and move on! But Ha-jun was standing right in front of me, terrified out of his mind, and the least I could do was be honest with him.

''I don't have a perfect plan,'' I continued. ''I don't know if killing that bastard will stop the others. And I don't know if we'll both make it out here.'' I swallowed my spit. ''But I do know that if we stay here, we're all going to die.''

A shriek echoed through the carriage. Behind us, a group of stray passengers had split off from the horde, crawling toward us.

Ha-jun glanced over his shoulder, then back at me.

''You're a terrible supervisor.''

''I've been told that before.''

''Still joking, huh?''

''Yeah...''

For some reason, that seemed to settle something between us.

Maybe it was confidence, simply fear, or just the understanding that neither of us had any idea what we were doing, and that we'd have to do it anyway.

''Don't try to be a hero,'' I told him. ''And don't fight anything you can run past.''

''And if I can't get through?''

''Then just fucking improvise or something!''

His lips curved just enough to show his teeth.

''Your management skills are atrocious.''

''I'll make a note of that in your performance review''

I probably just became Ha-jun's most hated person in the City. The strays had reached us, so I had a devilish idea.

I reached for the creature, grabbing it by the arm, holding it in front of me like a human shield.

The gunner's eye swivelled toward us. ''HEY, FUCKFACE!'' I yelled as his finger-gun swung in my direction. ''WHY ARE YOU STARING AT ME LIKE THAT, HMMM???? DID YOUR MOTHER BOTCH HER ABORTION, OR MAYBE HER LOOKS ARE THE REASON WHY YOU'RE SO FUCKING UGLY?!''

He just stared at me for a second, and I questioned whether my plan would actually work.

''YOU DARE TO SPEAK SUCH FOUL HERESY AGAINST THE WOMAN WHO BROUGHT FORTH THE VERY OVERLORD OF DARKNESS?!!! UNFORGIVABLE! SHE WAS A RADIANT GEM AMONG MORTAL FILTH!''

Jackpot! He really was stupid enough to fall for it!

''Now, Ha-jun!'' Ha-jun darted past me, his boots slipping on the gore covering the floor. He nearly lost his balance but managed to throw himself against the barricade, catching the edge with his free hand.

Several arms reached out from the pile of bodies, grasping at his clothes.

''I told you, bastards! Don't touch me!'' He yelled and hacked through them with his polearm. One of the creatures grabbed his leg, and he kicked it right in the face before hauling himself over the barricade

Bullets hit the corpse before me. I tried my best to hold on, although some of them broke through, piercing the skin of my legs.
No one ever told me how much getting shot hurts, like lightning striking right through my skin, breaking my bones with the impact alone. That's why I nearly dropped to my knees.

I could barely see Ha-jun through the pain, and for a tiny second I thought that I might've sent the poor kid right into his death.

Ha-jun landed on the other side; he was right beside the gunner.

''FILTHY VERMIN! COWERING IN THE SHADOWS LIKE A ROGUE DARING TO APPROACH THE OVERLORD OF-'' Ha-jun dropped his polearm and shoved his prosthetic arm straight into the man's mouth. ''A Fixer always comes with a trick up his sleeve.'' He said.

Smoke hissed from the joints of his prosthetic.

At first I thought it was just some cooling mechanism, although the smell of burnt flesh quickly gave away what was actually happening. Smoke poured from his mechanical arm down the passenger's throat. The gunner thrashed, slamming his gun-arm into Ha-jun's torso again and again. Each impact made a horrible, cracking noise... as if Ha-jun's ribs were breaking one by one.

''Ha-jun!'' I yelled watching him spit up blood ''Don't overdo it!''

The smoke continued pouring, causing the passenger's body to convulse as his belly kept swelling.
His screams turned into fragmented chokes, the skin stretching apart until... His entire body ruptured.

The explosion sent pieces of flesh flying across the carriage, splattering the walls and seats with even more gore, and Ha-jun disappeared behind a curtain of red.

I threw the human shield to the side and dropped to my knees.

My ears were ringing... I guess that's what it feels like to be flashbanged. Ha-jun stumbled toward me, his breath ragged.

''Well,'' I said. ''Color me impressed.''

''You did a great-''

S̵̨͚̤̾ư̶̦͔͙͌̾͜b̸̛̥́̏͠j̴͓̬̪̥͉͍͙͊̎̓͆͜e̵̖͊̾͘͝ç̵̛̭͖̠̹͗͒̈́t̶͕͇̹̜̖̳͒̃́̑̐ ̷̨̻̼̹̹͍̘͌̀͝Ş̶̢̡̘̫̟͇̲̂͗̃̽̈́͘͝e̵̹͂̾̆̉̃̇͋̾ṽ̴̢̩̹̰̄̍̀̄̽͑͜͝e̸͙͎͛͆͊͘n̵͙̭̻̈́̕,̷̨͇̩̈́͊͒ ̷̣̑̍̽̌̚͝d̴̘͉̟͍͙̑͐͂͊̀ǒ̸̩̌̊͋̉̓͗̔ ̵̲̜̗̳͔̯̠̩̃̏͛͗y̷̨̭̖̣̖̋ͅo̶̢̲̯̝̒u̴̪̥͚̟͗̒͌̐͝͠ ̵̪͕̹̝͍̘͍͂͋͐̽̓h̷̲̦̗͈̽̒̈́̐͋̎̚ę̸͇̮͂́̔̀͆͘â̸̜̱̍͠ŕ̸̨͍̜̯̗̻̯̼̿̑͘̚ ̶̧̖̩̝̀͐̿͆̆͗͜͝͝m̶̛̮̮̌͗̈́̋̂͒ÿ̴̪̮̻͔̬͕̱́̈́̔͋͒ ̴̧̧͉̯̮̣͎͕̄̂̃s̷̻̼̺̦̖̱̩̱̓̋͌̆̑i̷̢̭̳̰̙̙̩̗̅͂̿̈́̆͋͝g̷̢̫̻͕̳͉̉́̀̉̚͝n̴̳̠͓̙̪͒͑̀ȁ̵̹̺l̸̤̻̥̜̽͋̉̂?̶̠̝͙̿̌̚̚

Crimson spread across my vision, swallowing the train, the bodies, and Ha-jun's face. It moved like liquid, though I couldn't tell where it came from or what it even was supposed to be.

Huh? Wait... what was I doing just now?

I tried to blink, and yet nothing happened.

S̵u̷b̸j̴e̶c̴t̶ ̸S̴e̸v̶e̷n̴ ̸h̸a̶s̵ ̴c̵o̶m̷p̴l̴e̶t̴e̸d̸ ̴h̷e̷r̴ ̵i̷n̵i̷t̴i̷a̵l̵ ̶a̸s̸s̷e̷s̴s̵m̶e̴n̶t̴.̸ ̶H̶e̴r̷ ̷l̶e̴a̵d̷e̵r̵s̴h̴i̵p̴ ̵a̵p̷t̶i̷t̷u̸d̴e̸ ̶i̷s̵ ̸s̶u̶b̵o̵p̵t̴i̶m̶a̸l̴,̷ ̶y̸e̴t̷ ̸s̶h̸e̵ ̸d̴e̷m̵o̶n̶s̸t̷r̸a̵t̸e̷d̵ ̷s̵u̸f̷f̴i̶c̸i̵e̵n̵t̴ ̵u̸t̴i̶l̷i̵t̶y̷ ̵t̵o̷ ̷j̷u̶s̷t̴i̴f̷y̵ ̸r̴e̶t̸e̷n̶t̴i̶o̷n̸ ̷a̴s̴ ̷a̴ ̵r̸e̸s̸o̶u̸r̶c̴e̸.̴

That familiar voice...Am I happy? It feels so comfortable...I want it. The Crimson shifted around me, pressing against my skin as though I were submerged in a great, endless sea. My body kept swaying back and forth, like a ship rocking on quiet water.

I tried to move my arms, and just like my eyes, they wouldn't listen to me.

Oddly enough, I wasn't scared... I should've been. Any reasonable person would have been. But the voice was there, so everything's all right.

T̸h̷e̷ ̶p̵r̴o̵j̸e̶c̷t̶'̷s̷ ̸p̸r̴o̴g̵r̶e̵s̶s̷ ̵e̶x̸c̷e̷e̵d̶s̵ ̶y̶e̷s̴t̷e̸r̷d̶a̶y̸'̷s̶ ̴b̶a̶s̷e̵l̵i̶n̸e̶.̸ ̵I̷ ̴a̷n̴t̴i̸c̸i̵p̷a̴t̶e̶ ̶M̷s̴.̶ ̴.̶.̴.̷ ̵w̵i̸l̴l̵ ̵d̴e̵r̸i̵v̴e̷ ̶c̷o̶n̵s̷i̴d̶e̷r̵a̷b̶l̸e̶ ̸s̵a̵t̶i̵s̶f̸a̸c̵t̷i̸o̷n̸ ̷f̵r̶o̶m̸ ̴t̵h̵i̶s̵ ̸d̴a̵t̷a̵.̵

Ms. What?

The voice sounded distant, as though someone were speaking through a faulty speaker. Every so often, its words fractured into static, only to brush against my ears a moment later.

I wanted to hear it more clearly.

I wanted to hear every single word.

The Crimson rocked me gently, sinking me deeper into its warmth.

It clung to my skin, surrounding every inch of my body with a sensation that was almost unbearably comforting.

I could've stayed there forever.

̷̒ͅF̵a̶s̵c̵i̵n̵a̷t̷i̶n̶g̸.̷ ̵S̴u̸b̷j̴e̵c̵t̴ ̶S̶e̴v̸e̷n̵ ̸d̶i̷s̶p̴l̶a̸y̷s̶ ̶a̴ ̷n̶o̸t̴a̶b̵l̸e̸ ̸r̶e̵s̴i̴s̵t̴a̷n̸c̵e̵ ̴t̸o̴ ̷t̵h̸e̷ ̴s̶e̵d̵a̵t̷i̸v̷e̴,̶ ̸u̸n̸l̸i̶k̷e̸ ̷h̷e̵r̴ ̷c̸o̸u̶n̸t̸e̵r̵p̸a̴r̴t̶s̵.̶

What was I doing before this? Wasn't there some guy? Wait not maybe it was not I don't... I can't remember a thing.

T̶h̶e̸ ̵d̸o̸s̶a̵g̷e̶ ̵i̸s̵ ̸w̶i̸t̶h̴i̸n̴ ̷a̸c̴c̸e̴p̸t̵a̶b̵l̷e̴ ̸p̸a̷r̵a̶m̷e̷t̵e̸r̷s̸.̸ ̶N̸o̸t̴h̵i̵n̴g̸ ̴m̸o̶r̶e̶ ̸t̸h̴a̷n̸ ̶a̸ ̶m̶i̸n̶o̴r̶ ̵a̷d̷j̸u̶s̸t̷m̴e̴n̷t̴ ̸i̵s̴ ̶r̷e̷q̶u̵i̵r̷e̶d̷ ̷t̸o̴ ̴e̵n̶s̵u̵r̶e̸ ̶c̵o̶m̶p̷l̶i̶a̷n̸c̵e̶.̸

Ahhhhh... Please never stop; no matter how hard I listen, please never leave me.

T̴h̸e̷ ̸n̵e̷x̴t̷ ̶C̷a̶n̴n̸e̴d̵ ̵E̴x̵p̷e̸r̷i̸e̵n̴c̸e̷ ̴o̵u̶r̴ ̴p̸a̴r̶t̷n̶e̷r̸s̶ ̷s̸u̵p̵p̵l̴y̸ ̷s̸h̸o̴u̸l̵d̶ ̵p̵r̴o̶v̴e̶ ̶a̷ ̵m̷o̴r̸e̶ ̷r̸i̶g̷o̶r̶o̶u̸s̴ ̴t̷e̶s̸t̵ ̸o̶f̷ ̵h̴e̵r̵ ̵l̴i̸m̷i̷t̴s̶ ̸t̸h̷a̸n̷ ̴t̷h̶i̶s̶ ̵o̴n̸e̸.̷ ̵H̷e̶r̸ ̷t̷e̴n̶d̵e̵n̶c̵y̶ ̷t̴o̸ ̵o̵v̵e̵r̵e̷x̵t̷e̶n̶d̷ ̵i̴s̵ ̶n̶o̵t̸e̶d̵,̴ ̷t̵h̸o̸u̸g̶h̴ ̶i̸t̴ ̸r̷i̸s̵k̶s̴ ̴d̴e̷p̷l̴e̵t̵i̵o̷n̵ ̶o̴f̴ ̶h̵e̶r̸ ̶u̵t̸i̵l̴i̷t̶y̸.̷

I wanted to ask who was speaking.

I wanted to ask why they were making me feel so good.

But I couldn't

All I could do was float in the Crimson and listen as the voice continued to fade.

O̵u̶r̷ ̷r̴e̷s̷o̶u̷r̸c̴e̷s̵ ̷h̶a̵v̷e̴ ̶b̶e̶e̷n̶ ̵n̴o̴t̷a̵b̶l̸y̷ ̶c̴o̴n̶s̴t̶r̵a̷i̷n̸e̶d̷ ̷s̴i̴n̶c̵e̷ ̷t̸h̸o̷s̶e̴ ̶W̴a̴y̷f̶a̸r̵e̴r̶ ̷i̷n̷t̷e̸r̷l̷o̵p̴e̶r̶s̶ ̷d̷i̵s̸r̴u̷p̷t̴e̵d̶ ̷t̷h̷e̸ ̷m̵a̸r̸k̷e̶t̸.̵

Wayfarer?

Writers note 2:
I worked quite long time on this chapter today, pretty sure I rewrote it like four times before ending on this version, I tried my best with the prose and y'know making them feel written a little better, Still have the issue of english not being my first language but I hope it reads better than the last three chapters.
Anyway Edgerunners 2 is pretty good, love how its basically a perfect mirror to season 1. While season one is about purpose in death, season two is about purpose in living. Its a really beautiful story, and I had a lot of fun binging it today. Although I can already tell that a lot of people are gonna have issues with it, or simply find it boring due to the esemble cast and kinda artsy approach in direction, honestly the only downside was the music imo.

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Today, our new work, Hollow Maw, debuts.
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Here's a little update! I have modeled Rozenmarine aswell, thanks for the support btw!! was not expecting for this to blow up 💖🌟

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Roche limit

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Shorty
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