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the colored lines are so good....................hdfdjghf cozy

built alex's room in mc, modified the colors and doodled over..

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oh thats neat!! i tried to do something like that for one of my stories but stopped cuz i was having trouble with scale lol. this is a cool room, i like how u made shelves out of the stairs!

Sonic OCs! They work together. Frost is Rouge's sibling.

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ooh i love ember's tail colors and how it matches her name-

The Marks

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the blank space righ there is spookin me out -

these r super neato, what are they? =0

Oh, can't you see, see the light is fading?
And in the night the demons rage and call your name
No deeper madness than your own making
Visions lashing blades of shame, but will you take the blame?

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oooh the lighting here is really neat! i like how you can see it shining between their fingers!

Perched atop a mountain were the two riders, the cattle not far ahead. Violet looked down at the plains below, the railroad stretching for miles between the varying hills and mounds. A train was making its way through but…

“There’s a robbery goin’ on.”

Indeed, close to the train were three horses, going as fast as physically capable, the riders boarding one by one. The horses slowed down one at a time to graze in the valley below, but the train was going to stop along with them soon.


“So?” repeated Violet, perplexed.

“Well,” started Chris, finally stopping his horse to take a better look at what was going on. “I’m not the sheriff, why should I care?”

After all, Chris had a job to do, to bring a large portion of the cattle back to the ranch after they’d broken through the barbed wire. He didn’t have anything to do with sheriff-work, and he wasn’t interested in doing that. Violet, on the other hand…

“Because, vaquero,” Violet got closer. “The loss of a few cows is gonna be far outweighed by the knowledge that we could have saved the valuables of people, women, and the innocence of children and the guilt of not doing anything about it when we saw it happen. So I’m going whether you’re with me or not, cowboy.”

The cowgirl stared into the eye openings on his mask. He looked as cold and detached as ever. She turned around, alone, and went back down the mountain.

“How could someone be so passive in a situation like that!” she thought. “I just don’t understand men at all.”

She was close to the train when it finally stopped. She dismounted her horse, Starfire, and gave her a stern look, as if to say: “You, stay there.” The young girl got onto the train, climbing on the first passenger wagon, as the horse wandered off to graze.

Inside the first passenger wagon, all of them were tense, nervous, as if doing a single move would put them in immediate danger. The outlaws weren’t in this wagon. Violet crouched down to a woman in a seat.

“Ma’am, where’d they go?

The woman pointed to the back of the wagon, and Violet whispered a quick thank you. She was careful making her way to the second wagon, in case one of the three outlaws popped up from behind a seat.

In the door window, she could see one of them, crouched down and going through a person’s suitcase. The cowgirl opened the door as silently as possible, and made her way to the criminal. She unholstered her gun.

“Drop the gun and put your hands up, scum.”

The outlaw, now feeling the barrel of a gun against his head, dropped a pocket watch and jewelry out of surprise. He turned his head around and put his hands up, but a partially toothed smile appeared on his face.

“Wouldn’t play the hero if I were you, darlin’”

His accomplice had gotten up from his seat, waiting patiently while she approached his friend, and put his gun against her head.

“Shit, hadn’t thought this through as much as I thought I did, huh?” she thought, as her brain tried to figure out all the countless ways this scene could end in.

Her getting shot, her backing down, her shooting one of them and getting taken down afterwards, her getting arrested as an accomplice-

“I don’t think you should be playin’ the villain, either.”

A glimmer of hope in Violet’s eyes appeared as she recognized that voice. That detached, uncaring voice. His voice.

Chris had come not long after Violet had, and he was now pointing a shotgun at the second outlaw’s head, elevating the stakes far beyond what the young cowgirl - and, consequently, the outlaws, who hadn’t planned their robbery could turn sour - had thought.

“Says the cowboy afraid of showing her true face,” said the third and final outlaw, coming from another wagon, probably the locomotive.

“This is getting ridiculous,” sighed Violet.

Without leaving a moment to react, Violet whipped her arm around and shot the outlaw pointing a gun at her in the gut, and kicked the still-crouched outlaw. Chris took a second to react to what was happening, but reacted faster than the criminal behind him, elbowing him, cutting his breath short.

In the following hours, Chris had gotten the sheriff from the next town over and had come back, while Violet ensured the criminals would stay in their spot, tied up and sitting in the dirt, while reassuring passengers that they would, indeed, get the train going soon, I promise, ma’am. Yes, sir, we’re just waitin’ on the sheriff.

“Hate to say it, but I guess you were right,” said Chris, a bit patronizing. “Good job, buckaroo.”

“It’s vaquero.”

“Tomayhto, tomahto”

“It really isn’t.”

After a moment to reflect, Violet remembered something important.

“Hey Chris, what happened to the cattle?”