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So it's 1 AM and I finally sort of kicked my ass into gear. Here's the lineart of Plutus!

"Biatch, did you think I didn't already fuckin' know that?!" shouted Mattie. "I'm a crazy ass bitch but there is no other goddamn way these are gonna go away so be still before I snap your neck with my thunder thighs!"
Mattie trotted insistently after Nick, clearly not willing to take no for an answer. In fact, she shoved him to the ground––on his stomach––and straddled his back, brandishing the knife in white knuckles. "You never fucking listen to me even when you're fucked up on magic-ass demon drugs," she hissed. "I am cutting that shit out."

And that was how she ended up making shallow, quick slices at an angle into Nick's back, surrounding the black stripes.
I'm 1000% ready to get this baby started, so this might bias my answer, but I'm pretty sure everyone's made their characters. :D
so pumped for this
You are about to formulate a sentence and tell this troll to use his mother grub corn shucking think pan, when you see him raise his fist. You put up your arms to protect yourself, but you're too slow, and the impact knocks your head back against the brick wall. You gasp, and for a moment, you see––and somehow feel––stars, before feeling yourself going limp and hitting the ground. After that, everything is black. You're probably dead.

But when you come to––well, you're only slightly awake, and you feel like you're made of lead––you're laying on something soft. Like a nest or something. Your head feels like it's about to explode in on itself like a star at the end of its life, or something.

"Grrhhh," you grunt, and then you snort, because snorting comes naturally to those raised by hoofbeasts. Everything is blurry. You are in a stranger's hive, and if not already deceased you probably will be very soon. Your heartbeat picks up again. The urge to get the heck out takes over, and you roll out of the strange nest, attempting to stand up. A wave of horrid vertigo hits you and knocks you down. This time you don't hit a soft nest. You exhale sharply and claw at the floor. There's no way out of this until you get your strength back, and that isn't looking likely.
You let out a dry cough as you're slammed against the bricks of the hive and threatened. You're terrified. Your vision is blurring over with panic, and you try to shrug it off, try to be like one of those shucking psycho purple-bloods that quite literally probably eat lowbloods for breakfast. For now, you manage to keep up your walls. They're thinning, but they're up, and you spit in the yellow-blood's face, unable to retort verbally to his bluff.
Your heart is racing and you feel genuinely lightheaded, but even then you still somehow manage to snarl back because how dare he look at you like that. He is playing on your fear and you know it.

"Well, maybe if I confess, they'll spare me the torture. You, on the other hand...they'll take their time."
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