Artistic rendition incoming. Sometimes, inspiration strikes in the heat of the moment, and these passionate mares were trottin' and frottin' with such a jovial steeze that I couldn't help but jot down a recreation of my own. I know approximately one of the people in this picture, so it's basically not weird, anyway.
Hells yes.
Wow. Thank you, just Dirk. I shall have the pu8lic 8e awares he has left me in a st8te of radio silence for a8out a week and this is the only direct interaction we have has since. #JustDirkKudos #Yuri? #HeIsOnlyKeepingMeAroundToDrawMeKissingWomenAsAHorse? #Theorizing
Oh wo+w. I admire yo+ur creativity, can't say that isn't what happened afterwards hahah. Lo+vely art, Mr. Dirk.
It's not kissing, it's that type of Schrödinger's homo shit everybody with taste licks their fingers at. Breath exchanged, body heat felt, but hands remain above the belt and feelings go unaddressed. I shouldn't have to be explain' these literary concepts to someone like you, Serket, but I understand that some blood might have migrated elsewhere during the duration of your photoshoot. As in, a nosebleed, like a shonen protagonist. Get your mind out of the gutter.
Every orange text 8earing Strider is a critic. Eyeroll. *#HeIsOnlyKeepingMeAroundToDrawMeALMOSTKissingWomenAsAHorse?
Keep the mention of those off-screen geldings to a minimum. Only one stallion runs this stable, broski.
Yes, yes. Of course. I do not want to get the stallion riled up. He may start 8ucking a8out wildly and hurt someone. JustDirkGPT gener8te me a scenario in which I die 8y horse rel8ted accident.
I dislike being compared to an autogenerative artificial intelligence, especially considering the toll it took on the Colorado River before my timeline became, like, 99% Colorado River (water), but fuck it. Sure. Why not. Drawn and quartered, but you don't even make it to the treeline. The various equines tasked with tearing you asunder take off with a start, spooked by the hot poker jammed into their flanks, but rear up wildly when a plastic bag floats by in the breeze. Startled, they attempt to backtrack to their eldritch stall, and ultimately trample you to death in the process. It's super gory, and super disappointing for the onlookers who decided to tune in for your execution, but life happens. Thems the 8r8ks.