Syno, A Crow
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Sometimes writer, never funny. 34, (he/him)
Sometimes writer, never funny. 34, (he/him)
Heeeyy!! Happy birthday!
December 1, 2025 at 7:57 PM
Heeeyy!! Happy birthday!
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Infectious?? What do you- pawoo!!
December 1, 2025 at 1:42 AM
Infectious?? What do you- pawoo!!
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SpongeBob Narrator voice: Ten seconds later...
Anyway these sketches are *so* messy for now... I hope to clean them up at some point, but until then, I figure I'd share the general idea 💕
Anyway these sketches are *so* messy for now... I hope to clean them up at some point, but until then, I figure I'd share the general idea 💕
November 22, 2025 at 2:55 AM
SpongeBob Narrator voice: Ten seconds later...
Anyway these sketches are *so* messy for now... I hope to clean them up at some point, but until then, I figure I'd share the general idea 💕
Anyway these sketches are *so* messy for now... I hope to clean them up at some point, but until then, I figure I'd share the general idea 💕
Forgot to edit out the "??"'s 🙃
November 30, 2025 at 3:57 AM
Forgot to edit out the "??"'s 🙃
He panicked, he just needed a few more days! He'd be gone, he'd be okay!
Sir Branson looked at his lantern in the room, the flame dancing inside. And inside him a fire flickered as well, a wide sharp grin slowly spreading on his face. He kicked off his boots for the last time with a cackle. (end)
Sir Branson looked at his lantern in the room, the flame dancing inside. And inside him a fire flickered as well, a wide sharp grin slowly spreading on his face. He kicked off his boots for the last time with a cackle. (end)
November 30, 2025 at 3:56 AM
He panicked, he just needed a few more days! He'd be gone, he'd be okay!
Sir Branson looked at his lantern in the room, the flame dancing inside. And inside him a fire flickered as well, a wide sharp grin slowly spreading on his face. He kicked off his boots for the last time with a cackle. (end)
Sir Branson looked at his lantern in the room, the flame dancing inside. And inside him a fire flickered as well, a wide sharp grin slowly spreading on his face. He kicked off his boots for the last time with a cackle. (end)
He heard boots shuffling outside his door. A cold sweat came over his brow. He looked outside to see figures crowding around the window, crowding his potential exit. A loud, violent knock came to the door. An angry call for him to come out, that they weren't going to wait long for him. (10/??)
November 30, 2025 at 3:56 AM
He heard boots shuffling outside his door. A cold sweat came over his brow. He looked outside to see figures crowding around the window, crowding his potential exit. A loud, violent knock came to the door. An angry call for him to come out, that they weren't going to wait long for him. (10/??)
As he just won the war to put on his underwear, he sighed to himself. Reminding himself that the city's wizards or clerics would be able to help him easily. He just had to hold it together a bit more and not say anything like... what he just thought. Surely he didn't say any of that out loud? (9/??)
November 30, 2025 at 3:56 AM
As he just won the war to put on his underwear, he sighed to himself. Reminding himself that the city's wizards or clerics would be able to help him easily. He just had to hold it together a bit more and not say anything like... what he just thought. Surely he didn't say any of that out loud? (9/??)