angelic-noir

((IF YOU DON'T READ THE ARTISTS COMMENTS FIRST I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU)) 'Twas the night before Thanksgiving And all around Deviantfuck Deviants were doodling, scribbling, writing, except for one schmuck. Leon Kennedy, with coffee in hand, His desk too dirty, his tickbeard too full When late that night, he got canned, And so ended the great Leon's troll. Some say was the Christmas spirit Snuffing out the heart of the beast But for whatever reason, his profile disappeared, and Deviants everywhere sat down to feast. With a dumbfounded stare and wink of his eye Leon flew to the ocean underneath the night sky, He sat there stroking