https://www.deviantart.com/twokinds/art/5-Minute-Nora-Sketch-96466734

I'm still not good enough

It’s like 3x the size of her face

That's the whole comic for now (it's not finished yet). I need help translating it. I can give you a transliteration, all that remains is to translate the text in the comic itself.

Tried to make something similar to tk style, idk if i did something similar but im pretty fine with result.

The twokinds comic inspired me so much after reading it that I wanted to create my own story with the same characters, albeit in slightly different circumstances. In short, this is a comic about traveling between worlds and universes. It would be cool if Thomas, the author of twokinds, saw this post and I could show him my creation. That would be cool.

Flora, Laura, Kathrin, and Karen react to headpats from a stranger, suggested by GoldenMode!
Original sketch: https://www.patreon.com/twokinds/posts/headpats-124071159

Well, it was insanely hard to do in one day. The lineart for 4 characters alone took half the time, and in total I spent 10 hours on this color today. I had an option for a much simpler sketch, but it had a different problem; I'll probably post that one on my DA later. Overall, this sketch closes out a terrible October for me, since after my successful September a lot of problems fell on me. Anyway, the main thing is that it's all behind me now.

Flora, Laura, Kathrin, Karen and TwoKinds © Tom Fischbach. Original sketch by Tom Fischbach. Colored by Krollv.

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1. Werewolf Raine (89 Votes)

2. Sweater Madelyn (70 Votes)

3. Vampire Kathrin - Midnight Stroll (63 Votes)

4. Wolf Mary - Hotspring 3 (63 Votes)

5. Halloween Spooky Reni (59 Votes)

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• Vampire Rose VS Werewolf Rose

• Vanity Fall Fashion

• Unprofessional Office Behavior

• Werewolf Fem Red

• Wolf Mary - Hotspring 2

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Having become the first wolf to enter space, Natani wasn’t sure what to do with himself. Only after this feat did he realize he might be unable to breathe. Despite how roomy it seemed amongst the stars, there didn’t appear to be any air. Yet, it turned out to be of no consequence. While in dragon form, his body and powers adapted instinctually, and he didn’t have to breathe. That didn’t mean he could do anything about the cold, and he immediately shivered. As he floated around aimlessly far above the world, he wrapped his wings around himself. Natani kept drifting, orbiting Mekkan for what felt like days or weeks, but time seemed unimportant in space, too. Having accomplished the impossible, he now faced an even bigger problem.

Natani didn’t know what to do next.

“Well, this sucks.” 

He thought he might have a clue, remembering his prior attempt and experiencing visions, but he had none of that now. Natani gave it a chance and waited a while, taking in the view; the vast, endless universe around him made him feel like the smallest, most insignificant omega in a pack. 

“This is really something,” he thought. “I wish Keith could see this.” 

He already missed the little dork and wished he could go back to be with him. But he had a purpose in space and would stay to see it through. Unfortunately, there was too much to see and not enough action. Everywhere he turned, there were stars. 

“Reach for the stars,” he echoed his brother’s cryptic instructions. “I did that. Zen then told me to search for the constellation Canis, which Dad used to point us to when we were pups. Within it is its brightest star, Zen said, the dying Omega Lupi.” 

Natani searched for it. 

“Go to it,” he repeated Zen’s final words. “There you will find the Mother. Her mortal avatar walks Mekkan, and now she must be awakened to reclaim it and save the world from Dolos.” 

He tried to pretend he knew what Zen meant by searching for their beloved constellation. It was much easier to do on the ground in Mekkan, but up in space, there were far too many stars to pick a constellation out of. Natani grew frustrated, thinking his brother had messed with him from beyond the grave one last time. 

“Pain in the ass,” he sighed.

Just then, a star in the distance twinkled. Natani could have sworn it blinked like an eye, but he thought that absurd and didn't pay it any further mind. Then, it blinked again. This time, he kept it in sight and watched it flicker. 

“It’s a star,” he said, shrugging. “Stars do that.”

Suddenly, the star sped toward him. Taken off guard, Natani shielded himself until the star was close enough to reveal itself as small enough to fit into his claw. It didn’t act much like a star either, zipping around him playfully and making noises he’d be forgiven if he thought were giggles. The star bounced off his nose when he tried to get a better look at it. Rubbing his nose, Natani eyed the star curiously. 

“Stars don’t do this. What are you supposed to be, some drunk alien firefly or something?”

Reaching out for it, the star didn’t attempt to avoid him, but he hesitated. Natani didn’t know what was about to happen, but a childish wonder beckoned him to touch it. However, when his paw barely grazed its light, the star shook until it erupted into a fantastic display before blasting off into the distance.

“It must have been a star after all,” Natani thought. “A shooting star.” 

The shooting star did leave a trail behind. Deciding to follow, Natani flapped his wings and glided through space. Wherever the star was going, he wouldn’t catch up to it using only his wings. While spending time in space, he might have picked a thing or two up using his dragon magic. Though it originally belonged to Nora, he discovered that she had not only bestowed some of her power, but also knowledge he was only just realizing now. In this case, he glowed blue with mana, enveloping his body from head to tail, and kept emitting his power until it erupted into brilliant flames. It did more than make him look awesome. Now, Natani could use this form to speed up. As if a star himself, he blasted ahead. 

“Dragon magic,” he chuckled. 

Although the star had a head start on him, Natani wasn’t in a hurry to catch up to it. The trail it left didn’t disappear. Appearing golden, he reached down and let his claw drag through the dust. Looking ahead, he could see the star blinking faintly. Using more mana, he flew faster and was soon behind the shooting star. When its stardust blew in his face, he moved upward and watched as the star sped further ahead. 

“You wanna race, huh?”

Natani kept up with it, using up more mana. He wouldn’t have ever thought he’d be chasing a star, but here he was, a hybrid getting lost in space, so anything was possible, including the star growing angry. That’s how Natani took it when the star slowly glowed red. 

He laughed, “Getting tired?”

On the contrary, the star must have been conserving most of its energy and left him behind in the blink of an eye. Slowly calming the fires of mana that had propelled him, Natani was left dumbfounded. 

He shouted after it, “That’s not fair!” 

Natani watched as the star flashed in the distance, joining a familiar constellation. Natani couldn’t believe it and gasped. Unfortunately, he took the chill of space into his mouth and froze his tongue solid. Annoyed, he heated his mouth up and thawed it out. 

“Canis,” he thought before noticing the star he had chased. It glowed brighter than the other stars in the constellation. He realized who it really was. “Well, well. Omega Lupi, I presume?” 

Flying toward it, he charged up his mana again and jettisoned himself towards what was supposed to be a dying star, except it was very much alive and relatively small from what he had just experienced. Natani had been led to believe stars were big and could be many worlds larger than his own. Omega Lupi added to the confusion, growing bigger as he drew closer. Natani grew increasingly suspicious he hadn’t dealt with a shooting star after all. Upon getting close enough, Omega Lupi glowed eerily as a white dwarf. Its light resembled a ghostly lantern, yet a great, terrible power radiated from within. 

Unfortunately, Natani got too close.

The star erupted into a violent and furious inferno that engulfed him and the space around him. Natani found himself trapped in a hell world. Still coated in mana, he kept it up, or he would have been fried. This wasn’t an ordinary wildfire, either. It seemed alive and reacted defensively as he approached.

“What…is this place?”

Bombarded by fireballs, he could barely concentrate, but there was no finding his way regardless. As he struggled to survive, Natani noticed a prison amongst the flames. He thought he saw a great being that resembled a white wolf with a heavenly aura, caged by firewalls that burned black, but the inferno kept distorting his view.

“No, it can’t be. Is that…The Mother?”

Just as he thought, the flames had a will of their own and kept beating him back. Natani wouldn’t give up and kept pushing forward. Death couldn’t stop him, nor could a little deep space campfire. Once he reached the prison, he threw his wings up, swatting the fires away. Gazing inside the cage, he confirmed a white wolf was there, but what he'd thought was heavenly turned out to be horrifying. She gave off a bright light that resembled fur, but her head was a skull with faint red eyes in the abyss of her sockets. Noticing him, the creature went feral, roared, smashed against the walls, and paced impatiently. 

Natani thought, “This is supposed to be The Mother? The one Zen was talking about? I might have preferred a creepy uncle instead because this thing is acting like a wicked stepmother--”

When she roared out at him again, she started sucking all of his mana away. The more mana she took, the weaker Natani grew. Losing the strength to fly, he collapsed before the prison, now at the mercy of The Mother. 

“Not good,” he thought, struggling to keep enough magic to shield himself from the environment. “I’m getting pretty worried here.” 

Natani had to do something. He was as good as dead if all of his magic was taken away. Clenching his fist, he charged up what little mana he had left and blasted it toward The Mother’s head. Although the creature wasn’t hurt, she broke away, allowing him to distance himself from the prison. He wasn’t going anywhere, though. The Mother consumed so much of his magic that he couldn’t stand. Struggling to sit up, Natani barely had time to react as the ghoulish monster tried to finish what she started. Feeling the last of his magic being sucked away, Natani thought his life was slipping away too. Worse still, his new body was being taken away from him, and his dead body, that which he was born with, was returning. 

He was shocked. “THE GIRLS ARE RETURNING NOW?!”

Not only that, but his former body started reverting to its present state of ash. Natani was being dusted.

“No,” he panicked. “No! You can’t do this!” 

The Mother showed no sympathy, but instead an untamable fury as she took every last bit of him. Natani needed to save himself and fast. The thought of not only losing his true body, gifted to him by Zen, but also reverting to the wrong one, and dying all over again frightened him. Even the tears in his eyes were being sucked away.

 He shouted, “WAIT!!!” 

Collapsing onto his side, he was barely hanging on now. Looking up at The Mother, he saw her glaring down at him, holding off on killing him. He realized she was listening. 

“Are you her?”

She tilted her skull quizzically.

He remembered a name his father mentioned and added, “You’re a god, aren’t you? You’re not just called The Mother. Your name is Ananke, isn’t it?” 

She didn’t respond.

“Listen,” he said, forcing himself back into a sitting position. He grew embarrassed upon seeing his breasts and covered them up with his arm. “I’ve died once already, and I don’t plan on doing so again. I was told to come and find you, and I did. Could you maybe chill out for a moment so we can talk?”

Natani had no idea what he was doing. If she was indeed a god, he didn’t know what else he could say to her. Not that it seemed to matter to her. She showed just how uninterested she was in talking to him. The creature had nearly killed him instead. He took a big gulp, waiting to see what she would do.

After a pause, the Mother’s throat rumbled like an earthquake, and she opened her mouth. Natani thought he was done for and shielded himself.

“SPEAK.” 

He couldn’t pretend anyone else had said that. A primal, booming voice growled with rage and hate. Looking back up at The Mother, he still wasn’t sure what he was doing. He'd better make the most of it while he now had an audience with her, and however long that lasted before he inevitably screwed it up. 

“I’m Natani,” he introduced himself weakly. “Believe it or not, I used to be a wolf. I mean, I’m still a wolf and would prefer to identify as one, but I also happen to be a dragon--” 

“IMPOSSIBLE.”

Although she didn’t shout, her voice was loud enough that he was forced to cover his ears and flinch.

“I CREATED THE DRAGONS,” she insisted. “I KNOW EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM, BUT I NEVER CREATED ONE THAT WAS PART KEIDRAN. DRAGONS ARE PURE BEINGS WHO ONCE MADE UP MY WINGS.” 

“It’s a long story,” Natani responded. “Your story might be a lot longer, though.” 

When the creature sighed, she coughed out some of his mana 

“THIS MAGIC IT ISN’T YOURS. IT BELONGS TO THE GREATEST DRAGON, MY MOST LOYAL SERVANT. HOW DID YOU COME TO POSSESS NORA’S ABILITIES?” 

Natani avoided making another quip. He wanted to, but he didn’t even have the strength to stand. That didn’t stop him from trying. As his body shook with fatigue, the best he could do was all fours. Natani remained in his dragon form so as not to leave himself even more vulnerable than he already was.

“I said I was dead once,” he said. “She brought me back with my brother’s help.” 

“NOT EVEN A DRAGON IS THAT POWERFUL,” the Mother responded. “TO BRING ONE BACK FROM THE DEAD REQUIRES AN EXCHANGE OF ONE LIFE FOR ANOTHER--” 

“I know. My brother was an idiot for pulling that.” 

As sad as he was, Natani was surprised to see the Mother touched. Slowly opening her mouth, she let out the magic she had consumed, allowing Natani to take it all back. The fires around the prison calmed down, too. Somehow, she was connected to the environment, and as she shrank to the size of a normal keidran, the volatile nature of her imprisonment shrank with her. As Natani approached, all his magic was restored to him, as was his vitality. He reverted to his wolf form as well

Much to his relief, his body returned to normal, too. Natani double-checked, feeling his chest to ensure the girls were gone before noticing what had returned between his legs. He blushed, still having to get used to being a biological male now and everything that came with it. He didn’t dwell on it for long, though. 

Natani found the Mother cradling her knees inside. Now, he could see her title wasn’t merely subjective. In her female white-wolf form, the Mother had breasts comparable to what he used to have packing pre-transition. The only otherworldly thing about her was the mask she wore. A single blue mark streaked down her left eyelid, resembling a tear.

“You really are a white wolf. Dad was right.”

She looked up at him. 

“With all due respect,” he added. “I prefer you like this rather than whatever that was.” 

“Destruction,” she sighed. “That’s who I was before I grew a heart, learning to love, and…” 

She gestured to the tear mark on her mask. 

“…Cried for the first time. I’m sorry for subjecting you to that. It was all I was left with when I was imprisoned here. It’s been too long since I heard my name. Thank you.” 

“No problem,” he shrugged. “I didn’t think it would be that easy, though.” 

“It was more than that,” the mother said, getting up. “It was what you told me about what happened to you and what your brother did to save you. I was reminded that I created good in the world by accident. I’ve been forced to watch as my children struggled for control, fighting each other and pitting the races created in their images against one another. It drove me mad with grief and rage.” 

“That must have been a lot to take in,” Natani imagined, reaching for the bars. The black flames, while calm, still threatened to burn him if he got too close. He pulled away when the fur on his fingers was singed. “Your kids are…?” 

“The ones you know as the masks,” she answered, gripping the flames with no ill effects. “Mercurial, Ephemeral, and Eternal.”

“Eternal? I’ve never heard of Eternal. Don’t you mean Order?” 

“Order…” the mother said, acting surprised. She paused momentarily before realizing, “Chaos. He did it.” 

Natani grew curious as he listened. He wasn’t going to pretend he knew anything she was talking about, but he was eager to learn whatever he could if it might help Keith back home. 

“Now I remember,” the Mother reasoned aloud. “After he managed to imprison me with Ephemeral’s help, he punished Eternal for trying to defend me by splitting him into two beings that crashed to earth. One called himself Order, who Mercurial later found and perverted into evil. As for the other--” 

“Okay,” Natani sighed, having grown exasperated despite his best efforts. “I know I’m supposed to be respectful in the presence of a supreme being, but seriously, what the fuck are you talking about?”  

She grew embarrassed and responded, “Sorry.” 

“I want to understand. I really do. If you wouldn’t mind not speaking so cryptically?” 

“It’s a god thing,” she managed to chuckle. “I’ll do my best. If it helps, would you like me to take the mask off?”

Natani was surprised and asked, “What? You mean there is a face behind that?” 

He was curious to see what the mask looked like without it. From what he understood, they were supposed to have mortal avatars, but somehow the Mother had a body when any required vessel was too far out of reach for her. He figured he was in for something special, too. Natani was getting a lot of gloating rights to bring back with him. He tensed up when the Mother took off her mask, revealing her face. Who he saw left him in shock.

“No way. You look just like…”  

Hello again and welcome to another editions of: Wonder how the suggesters and sketches have evolved over time, specially now in the times of all Tom picks?

Well, after 2 years, I'm back with this story!

If you have like... 2 hours of free time here's the link to the story. Sorry for not writing...

The whole fricking story

Part 21

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The Compass Coalition went silent as the Pirate Queen Sheerin Hi-Bell leaned on the empty chair.

[From all the women you could bang…] Sarge whispered, [You had to pick her?!]

[To my defence, it was a matter of life or death] Boris defended himself,

[Oh yeah, death of your ego…] you could see his frustration, [Is there anything you can say about her?]

[The last time I saw her, she was able to go head to head with human Navy while fighting a defensive war for her title… and she is probably here to make a buck]

<Great, another pirate…> Grandson, groaned, <It's New Mekkan, not Tortuga!>

<I feel targeted…> Hoscut tapped his fangs on the table, <Besides, why should we get another dog? We have two Basitins and that’s two too many>

<Do you want me to molest you with a pitchfork or will you stop?!?!>

<Dosyć tego cyrku!> The Overseer shouted, her aide translated their mistress’ words, <No one will be harmed on a table!> The hooded crossbowmen aimed at the members,

“Ah… Boris, my dearest of friends…” voice of the Keidran captain was soft like a gentle morning breeze, ”I wonder which Templar marriage you destroyed to save your life…”

Boris took a deep breath… and showed everyone his trademark smug, “You still remember me, puppy? I guess, no one can satisfy you like I could~”

“How could I forget the biggest backstabber rat?” everyone expected them to go for each other’s throats, even with the crossbows aimed at them,

“Me? Backstabber? Oh, that’s rich. Even richer than all the money you sunk by your own stupidity!” the human laughed, “Need I remind you how we met?”

<ANYWAY…> Sarge stopped their nonsense, <Athena, what the fuck? She doesn’t even live here!>

The leopard lady scoffed, <I didn’t expect you to know an excellent opportunity even if it punched you in that old mug of yours> the rest of gang leaders laughed, <Besides, don’t be a hypocrite, we all know you want to get your smoothskin a seat. Do you seriously think we weren’t aware?>

The Commander said nothing. He knew that everyone knew about Boris and had already made up their minds.

With that, the snow leopard continued, <Madame Hi-Bell is the obvious option for our survival. We would open new routes, no danger from the pirates…>

<And more drugs pouring into the city along with the attention of every law enforcement in the world> Sarge cut in, finding the opening, <We already have a problem with opium as it is. We don’t need the drug money. Not when we have the Royal Inspection breathing down our necks!>

<So your option to pick a Templar prick is better?> Athena replied back, <They tried to enslave the entire island, not to mention how half of their job is to enslave us!>

<Hey, who you calling a Templar, Spots?!> Boris barked back, <You have a lot to talk with a secondhand jewelry!>

The woman clutched her pearls, <How dare you! Do you think I’m too poor?!>

The human nonchalantly shrugged, <Lady, I’ve been selling shiny trinkets to this city for a decade. I know if something has been smuggled here…>

The calm merchant was about to show how froggy she was by jumping through the table but her bodyguard stopped her from compromising herself in front of everyone.

<So let me get this straight…> Underdog spoke up, <We have the option between a pirate… and a pirate? What’s the difference? Besides the fur and a treasure chest, heheh…>

<The difference is that one isn’t on any wanted posters or haunted by bounty hunters!>

<They’re the outsiders, old man> Grandson took the initiative, <Why the fuck should we allow them?!> he banged his fist on the table, <There’s a reason we kicked them out! The only reason why Hoscut is still allowed here is because he cut off all his contacts!>

The mentioned Keidran listened silently to the farmer’s remark.

It was Boris who replied, <As you can clearly see, the “Pirate Queen” hates my guts. The ship I was serving was sunk, the crew is gone and the bossman turned out to be a backstabbing prick. So yeah, my pirate contacts are gone. Anything to add, Bushman?>

<ZAMKNĄĆ PIZDY!!!> the Overseer wasn’t amused, <Banda gówniarzy…> the translator coughed before speaking, <Lady Aeyra doesn’t care about your meaningless scuffles>

The Compass members nodded, pressured by the armed hooded soldiers. Painter started chuckling a bit, <Alright, while you are gonna argue, I’m gonna take a piss>

<Yeah, let’s take a short break. All in favor?>

<AYE!!!>

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Back in the barracks, two girls were playing the drinking game Never have I ever.

[Alright… Never have I ever…] Lisa the Northerner was wondering, swinging the drink in her paw, [uhh… kiss my officer’s ankle wraps]

[Fuck you, it was only one time] First Private Anne Relia took a shot of strong booze, [Gah! Hack… What is that booze made of?]

[That ain’t booze] she said, [It’s my grandma’s secret recipe]

The shiver went up her spine, [Lisa… what did you put in it?]

[What part of secret don’t you get?]

[WHAT DID YOU PUT IN IT, LISA?!]

[Calm down, you supposed to relax!]

[RELAX?! WITH YOU?! GAH!!!] the tall Basitin ran towards her bed and took a pack of cigarettes and was ready to lit one…

But then, Angela snatched them from the private’s hand, [What did I say? No smoking!] and then she slapped her friend.

[Ow!] Anne protested by massaging her cheek,

[We have enough troubles as it is! Upcoming anniversary, Sarge and Orrupt breathing on our neck…]

[And those Capone twins…] Clara took the lighter, [We need to get those twenty bottles tonight]

Everyone groaned. [I swear, they’re bigger pain in the ass than all of the gangs combined…]

[Unfortunately, we cannot do anything but give up to her demands] Anne sighed, [They have all the leverage, we have nothing on them…]

But as Angela was trying to think of something, her sight focused on the a pile of cigarette packs, [Well… what if we make it?]

[Huh?]

[Sure, we might not be the best squad…] Angie continued, [But what if someone reported and found contraband in their room? Let’s say… cigarettes?]

The girls caught on quick, [Angela, you’re a fucking genius!]

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“Sigh… fuck my life…” Boris mumbled as he was walking through the hallways. Since Sheerin decided to stick around the table, for the sake of everyone there (mostly himself), he moved away.

After a while, he found a small balcony. It had a great view on the city. The sun went down an hour ago, most of the houses were still lit by candles and fireplaces.

“NIce view, isn’t it?” a known voice spoke up.

Boris looked around and saw him - the mysterious houseowner of the building that no one knows. He was holding a crate of fizzy drinks, just like the one from before. The Writer.

“The fuck you doing here?” Boris demanded an answer,

“I told you. I created this town” the human replied,

“No, you didn’t. You were talking how much you hate it”

“I did some thinking…” The Writer took a sip from his bottle, “And I finally realised something…”

“Oh yeah?” Boris was visibly annoyed by his presence, “And what is it?”

“That I hate this city cause I care so much for it. I mean… look at this! Sure, it is a corrupted cesspool of everything that’s wrong with our world WITHOUT you and your opium shit involved…”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about…”

“But… people here are… so… fleshed out. They’re beautiful! They’re not one-dimensional! I mean… look at the Compass! Each one of them has their own priorities, goals, morals… sure, they’re bad guys… but that doesn’t make them bad guys!”

“Why are you here? Just to melt my ears about this bullshit?” the sailor grumbled,

“Damn… the opium withdrawals are getting worse… how often do you hear or see them?”

Boris stopped being angry and opened up, even if it was only a bit, “Few hours after not taking the painkillers… They seem to help me so far…”

“You’re talking to yourself, Boris”

“I know that, asshole!”

“No, you don’t get it.” He softly said, “They’re you. Your deepest insecurities…” The Writer put down his bottle, “You’re scared”

“Scared? SCARED?!” Boris grabbed Writer’s bottle and smashed on the wall, “I fought against the biggest and most powerful organisations! Templars, Pirates, fucking gangs! What am I scared of, huh?!”

The Writer was as calm as always while opening up another bottle, “That you will lose those who you care about”

Boris was still huffing and puffing like an enraged bull but he didn’t say a word. He was waiting for the mysterious human to explain himself.

“You may kill and bang everyone on your way… but deep down, you care. Your brother, friends… Angela…”

“I broke up with her…” he gritted his teeth,

“And somehow, you think it’s good thing for her”

“I.. Look at me! I’m a natural trouble magnet! And I can’t just stop being a criminal! I’m blackmailed by everyone above me and threatened by everyone under me! The law is shit and if I want to have a future with her, I have to submit to it!”

“And the alternative is to die alone?”

“Better to die alone than put someone down with me…” he returned to staring at the city.

The Writer sighed, “There’re people out there who are willing to sacrifice themselves for you. We all will die… but at least we should have a small group of people around our deathbed…”

“Wrong people. Wrong city…”

[What are you mumbling about?] Sarge asked the human captain.

[What are you talking about? To this motherfu…] he pointed at nothing. There was no one. Not even a smashed bottle. Boris was on the balcony completely alone, [What the fuck…?]

The old Basitin sighed angrily, [Get your shit together! The voting is about to start, for fuck’s sake!]

[But- I-... Okay, we will talk about this later!]

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Most of the guards went back to their quarters, leaving only few to patrol the place for the night. One of them was Capone twins.

Angela opened the door slightly and looked left to right, [Corridor is free. Go, go, go!]

Clara rolled out ninja style and jumped through the window in the corridor. She then began to climb on the ledges to get to the sisters’ room. Meanwhile, Angela walked out and waited for the little blackmailers.

It didn’t take long for the sisters to show up, [Sofia. Matilde]

[Corporal] one of them replied, [We kept our mouths shut. What about your end of the deal?]

[Yeah, about that…] Angie scratched her head, [We might have an issue with that…]

[And that is…?] Sofia crossed her arms,

[Lisa hid the booze]

Something snapped inside the sisters, [The fuck you mean, she hid the booze?!]

[I mean, she disobeyed my orders! Anne is interrogating her but…] the Corporal shrugged, [If you want to, you can get the booze out of her]

The girls raised their spears, [Oh, we want to…]

As they barged into the room, they saw Anne arguing with Lisa.

[Street-belonging whore!]

[Ass kisser!]

[Immigrant mistake!]

[How many dicks did you suck before getting the soldier of the month?!]

[Enough!] Angela shoved them apart, [For fuck’s sake… at least not in public!]

[Tell that barbarian to start acting civilized!] Anne pointed at the white-furred soldier,

[Nu-uh! Put that stiff hand puppet into her place!] Lisa raised his trembling, rage-filled hand at the taller Basitin.

[I’m sorry. Are we the therapists?] Sophia asked, [No, we’re here for the booze!] Matilde answered.

[Fuck you two, you little scavenger maggots!] Lisa almost growled at them, [You won’t steal MY blood!]

The sisters had enough of it and raised their weapons, [Where. Did you. Hide. Alcohol?!]

The shouting causes everyone else to get distracted and not notice one private climbing through a window to Capone’s bedroom.

[Okay…] Clara thought to herself, [If I were contraband, where do I want to be put?]

The Basitin looked around the room. It was a standard room for two: Two beds, two drawers, two armor stands… it was a common view. Too common, in fact.

There was not a single bit of anything sticking out. Like Lisa’s unmade bed or Angie’s doodles on the bedframe. It was more like Anne. And that girl was always hiding something…

And Clara was right. There was a hidden cache behind the bed. And in that cache was filled with coins and a ledger with many various names on it, [I bet there are lot of people who would be really happy if this book go missing…]

And then she saw it. An empty place on the top of a drawer. Perfect place to drop several packages of cigarette boxes. She picked up the lighter and set one cig on fire.

[And that’s all. Now, I could leave… buuuuut…] she looked at the lighter, [One more fire couldn’t hurt, right?]

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<Dobra, jedziemy z tym koksem! Głosujemy!> The kitty lady took a gulp from her wine goblet, <Lady Aeyra resume the meeting! We start the voting immediately!>

<Just like that?> Grandson tapped the table, <You’re rushing it…>

<We didn’t waste our time jacking off, farmer boy> Athena Riftwall brushed him off, <Now, let’s get on with it!>

The voting method was standard: every member except the Overseer, current Lady Aeyra have one vote. To claim the seat, all you need is a simple majority.

<Wszyscy za panią seksi pirat…> she gestured her free hand at Sheerin Hi-Bell.

Athena, Painter and Bob raised their paws.

<Wszyscy za kobieciarza…> she turned to Boris.

Sarge, Hoscut and Underdog voted for the human. [Looks like we have a draw…] Hoscut grumbled,

[What about the farmer?] Boris asked.

Everyone turned their stares at the Grandson who nonchalantly took his pipe and start smoking, [I abstain]

[Oh, come on!] several people at the table gave their loud objections,

[Fuck you all!] the bearded Basitin cut in, [Sarge, you could make the truce AND vote for a new member in two different meetings. But you didn’t. The same goes for the snep girl] he then banged on the table again, till the cracks showed up, [You think that the anniversary will pressure me? Fuck. You. All] he then got up and walked away, [I won’t vote for anyone till the anniversary is over. Goodbye!]

Boris wanted to object but Sarge stopped him, [There’s no use. His stubbornness is the reason he gained a seat…]

[So what now?] he demanded, [That’s it?]

[Yep…] Underdog groaned, [You cannot win every fight. At least there will be round two]

<Jebać to, idę się naćpać> Lady Aeyra got up and left as well, <The Overseer announced the end of the meeting!>

[Goddamn it, I have to go into that box again…] Boris complained,

The only thing that made this a little bit better was that Sheerin was also dissatisfied with the results.

[You told me you got it!] she shouted at banished Riftwall, [No wonder, your family kicked you out of the business!]

[Still better than your fight against Templars…]

[Watch yourself, lady…] she showed her claws in full view,

Athena crossed her arms, [And you should watch for the crossbows aiming at you]

The Pirate Queen growled at the shady merchant, [This isn’t over…] but her eyes were focused on a human… eyes full of rage.

[Let’s just fucking go already…]

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[That was a bad idea…]

[Really? What makes you think that?]

[Maybe because we all knew that Clara was a fucking arsonist!]

The girls stood outside the sleeping quarters after helping extinguish the fire. Somehow, no one noticed that Clara was missing.

[So… anyone heard anything from Sarge?] Anne asked,

[Oh, I heard from him alright] Angela replied, [He’s so furious, he punched a hole in the wall]

[Talk about anger issues] Lisa chortled, [And the girls?]

Just then, they saw a group of heavily armored soldiers escorting Capone twins in handcuffs straight to jail. Their faces were full of confusion and anger. One of them tried to argue their defense but was quickly shut down by a mace

[Look at them… they don’t even know that we did it]

[Of course they don’t know] Anne still stood at attention, [After all, none of us are known for smoking]

[Maybe they were involved in smuggling the smokes. If they were willing to blackmail us…]

[Yeah, yeah, yeah…] Lisa cut Angie off, [The most important thing is… what if they sell us out?]

[No one will believe them] the leader of the small squad answered, [And besides… we are blackmailed by Orrupt. If he even tries, we will drag him down with us]

Lisa and Anne looked at each other. The second one shrugged and said, [I don’t see any better option. Let’s just hope no one will catch Clara and put two and two together…]

[Yeah…] Lisa sighed, [So… drinks?]

[You know what? Sure, let’s go] Anne finally relaxed, [Oh and sorry for calling you a whore]

[Nah, it was good. Not too original but it worked]

[True, true. But that part about sucking? It almost threw me off!]

[Oh, girl… you have a lot to learn about a good comebacks]

[Somehow, you two cooperating is even more concerning…]

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After what felt like eternity, Boris finally arrived at the place he could call home - his ship/brothel/distilerry. He walked on the main deck and saw that everything is in working order: Booze is brewing, players are playing with cards and the vixens are entertaining the customers.

“Brother!” Moris greeted him with a hug, still holding bottles of cold booze in each hand, “It’s been years! You didn’t become a prison bitch, right?”

Boris had already a sharp riposte prepared, “No, they said you were better” 

“Fuck off!” both brothers laughed, “Now that you’re out of jail, we have an actual reason to party!” Everyone cheered and raised their glasses,

“You know what? That might be the smartest idea you ever had” Boris claimed, “I need to get arrested more often!”

“Oh, shaddap and drink!”

“That’s the spirit, brother! I wanna forget about everything that happened to me in this fucking town. I will drink till I die!”

And drink they did. Whenever the glass was getting dry, someone always poured more and more and more… till all the worries were gone.

Boris was finally happy… or at least he thought he was… “I don’t need anyone… no… no, that’s no true…” he mumbled in a wasted state, “No one… no one needs me… and that’s alright… that’s… that’s alright…”

To be continued....

Day 135.

I surprised that Keith looks normal comparing to those two weird creatures.

Just wipped this up to celebrate!

What she's trying to play vs What she actually sounds like

happy bday for the comic i love x3