Give me a post-Fusion mini-story where Samus has to deal with another infant of Ridley’s species and is torn between the ideas of blowing its brains out to save everyone some trouble, or trying really hard to raise it with some understanding of right and wrong.
i’m starting to lose my fucking mind and grainy old pictures of bad apartments are taking on the qualities of fine wines. look at this fucking bathroom photo and how every object in the shot is somehow half-cropped out of the frame it’s like an anti-renaissance painting and you would have to consciously try to take a photo that communicated any less information about the bathroom of this apartment
I am Silver Tongue, I am an artist. I have many characters and you can check out my art in the art tag. I occasionally practice witchcraft though I don't do anything too complicated. I am girl 2 and don't know what else to put here.
