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IG SQUARE FLOW
I still sorta like this one sketch. I don’t think I’m gonna finish it though.
HMMM I can’t lineart or backgrounds but I’ll try. Here’s a little practice, no need to try and make sense of it tho.
Sona revamp WIP!!
I tried to draw the opening shot of dtf. I really like how it turned out and im planning on coloring it and posting it properly but i want to work on some smaller dtf sketches that i probably won’t color first. So heres a sneak peek i guess
I started work on a new CIBVOC story today. It's not very far along yet, but it will be exploring Ajax's backstory!
This one is going to be more serious. Next to no humor if any. It's going to be dealing with some pretty dark topics like abuse, homelessness, and trafficking so just be warned about that.
if i cannot find the content i am so desperately searching for, i shall make it myself
Just a little somewhere to keep track of what I’m currently working on in no particular order. Do note that sometimes I write spontaneously, or have something in the works unlisted here, and those listed here may not ever be posted, but I am working on them at least :’)
tw: nsfw, yandere, medfet
Yandere Platonic Toman HCs
NEIGHBOUR SUKUNA GODDAMIT
bnha travel network part 2
reincarnation jjk yandere!gojo
ancient egyptian yandere cult
fire force x bnha
i've been in a creative slump for the past week(s) but i might be getting back into it now i feel better in general
Working on some Oc stuff
Another Kerry update.
True Love's Last Kiss
Pairing: Leon x Leri (MC)
Rating: Mature; Word count: 1252; Read on AO3
Tags: Spoilers for the AMR demo; Not canon compliant - Leon and Leri (MC) started their relationship half a year before the final battle; Established Relationship; Angst; Hurt No Comfort; Feels; Heartbreak
A Mage Reborn demo 👑✨ @mage-parivir
Fic title inspo from the song - True Love's Last Kiss (Eternal Eclipse) 🎶 🤍
“Why did you do it?”
The question grates on his mind like long nails on a blackboard. A restless needle poking at his brain.
Why, why, why?
He heard it so many times, from so many people.
Why? Murderer. Traitor. Why, why, why?
Asking, shouting, demanding, threatening, using force so he breaks and tells them.
“It had to be done.” Wearily he says the same thing he said to others. Over and over again, because they wouldn’t listen even if he told the truth. He was already doomed in their eyes, maybe from the start. No one likes a stray that gets the attention of those in power and steals them from you.
“Tell me your reasons. Why did you do it?”
But the way Leon asks the same question is different. He demands like a king he is. The way he squares his shoulders like he prepares for an attack, the jut of his chin when he stands up to a challenge. The fire in his eyes, dark in their silent fury and only a gentle tremble of his voice betrays how deeply Leri’s repeated words sting.
Right now Leri is the enemy that refuses to be conquered and he’s aware how stubbornly clever Leon is with his foes.
“I know who you are, Melmesne.”
Oh. So they’re using that to paint him a villain. Briefly, he wonders who was so smart to dig up that particular information, serving it to their king to fuel his wrath. The venom in his voice when he spits Leri’s forgotten surname feels like a slap to the face and he closes his eyes. The phantom feeling of a knife in his chest twists without mercy. He feels it since he’s learnt in the ruins of the old laboratory of what has to be done to stop the countdown to a massacre.
“Did you plan it? Pretended to be a friend, use me, use all of us just to strike when it suits you best?”
Leri silently watches how Leon prowls in front of his cell, like an agitated predator that would tear into his prey at the smallest provocation. He sways on his feet when he slowly gets up from the floor, his bad knee screaming in pain thanks to the hours in one position.
“Did you lie about everything? About us?”
He didn’t. Even now Leon’s accusations are like a whip cutting at him until he bleeds. And he does bleed, silently.
“Was it lie that you loved me just to bend naive prince to your will?”
No, no, no.
It’s the first time in his life he was able to taste something as sweet as love and love back. He still does, with every bitter word, keeping it in his heart even if it shatters.
“Tell me why you did it!”
Leon so rarely asked him for things. Leri never wanted to deny him anything. It hurts to see him like that. To hear the desperation mixed with loathing in his voice.
Why why why-
It’s too much. It builds and builds until it finally spills.
“There was no other way!” The shout tears straight from the depth of Leri’s chest like thunder.
Leon flinches, stopping his pacing.
Leri’s breathing hard, shivering. The sudden outburst snuffing out his fragile energy like wind a candle flame. He stumbles, limp hair covering his face as he hangs down his head. Doesn’t see Leon moving closer like he wants to catch him when he curls his dirty hands on the bars of his cell, the chains pulling at the gesture. The bruises flare with fresh pain under the cuffs, threatening to re-open the scabbed wounds on his wrists.
He doesn’t care.
“No other way.” Leri rasps, leaning his forehead on the cold iron. A second of relief on his feverish skin. He ignores the hot threat of tears at the back of his eyes.
He recoils when Leon’s fingers close over his, holding on tight and he briefly relaxes under the warmth of his palms.
He looks up at the face of a man close to his own, bowing over him with all his frame. “Truth can save you.”
Leri blinks, lost in the green eyes so bright he feels like drowning. The hold on his hands grounds him.
“Let me save you.” Leon whispers, earnest in his hope.
He hates to crush it. Hates the light to dim to nothing when he says softly, “Truth won’t bring back dead.”
The chain doesn’t allow him to reach for Leon’s face, halting him halfway. His fingertips twitch in the space between them and Leon doesn’t move, gaze fixed on him.
Leon’s eyes widen. “Don’t-”
“I promised I’ll come back to you.”
“Stop it, I can’t-” The crack in his voice breaks Leri’s heart further.
The smile on his face hurts, splitting the cut on his lip. The words taste like copper. “I came back. Aren’t you glad to see me, love?”
And before Leon’s stricken expression turns into something else Leri’s the first to withdraw, even if it pains him to do it. Stepping back, until there’s a wall behind him, sinking down to the ground in a heap. His head lolls to the side as he watches Leon’s hands flex over the bars, knuckles white in his grip.
Leon grits his teeth, jerking his arms away from the cell, eyes burning and too wet for his comfort. He angrily wipes at them, half turning from him and Leri bites the inside of his cheek to keep the hot and heavy tickle in the back of his throat from spreading up.
“Kept your word. Thank you, love.”
Leon chokes on a mirthless laugh, his gaze weighty before he turns his back at him. “You’re so cruel.”
Before he storms out his parting words reach Leri’s ears, a raw whisper of painful secret. “May the god be merciful to you because I can’t.”
The silence when he’s finally left alone is deafening.
Then, Ilya and Saine.
And after all of them left him, there’s Ante, who quietly peels off from the shadows to show him she’s been there all the time. Listening and observing. She steps close to the cell doors, staring at him wordlessly. The blankness of her face, the rigid stance say it all without voicing it out loud.
“I was right about you.”
Leri looks at her, golden eyes half lidded. He hurt her companions. She would kill him with her bare hands if not for the orders of keeping him alive until execution.
He’s so tired, the cold of the floor siphoning what little warmth his battered body still has. Leri closes his eyes, the corner of his mouth curling up.
“It’s good to be right, no?”
And when he’s truly alone the tears leave clean traces on his skin, pouring freely from closed eyes. The chasm in his chest feels almost like during the worst experiments he had to endure. He didn’t know it was possible, to feel pain this great again after what happened to Eli. The risk of having something to lose, the agony of having your heart pulled straight out of you. It would hurt less if it was done literally.
Maybe Nyx will finally swallow him in his death and he'll come back to haunt them all.
A ghost, memento of their mistake.
But, even if they knew, it’d be too late.
Truth won’t bring back dead.
Death’s Shadow Character
Name: Vincent Cello Age: 33 Occupation: Thief, Local Musician Song: Bad Blood - Taylor Swift Affiliation: Unknown
Generator Rex wip! It’s being difficult along with noelle one. I’ll be working on both off and on, wish me luck. And if you haven’t seen generator Rex, please watch it! It deserves a season four!
This post won’t leave my head at all. I speed draw this piece like a man possessed bfjska.
Thank you for this galaxy brain concept @loud-whistling-yes 🙏🙏🙏
Did a ten minute writing session! here's from a untitled, new wip:
The moment he moves to call out his sword or throw out a force that blows her off her feet, Darling is already pointing her gun at his face. But he doesn’t brandish a weapon in her face, instead he lifts the cup to his lips and she watches him. She sees his throat bob and her eyes narrow into slits.
“That’s awfully rude.” His voice flirts off the cup as he lowers it back to the saucer. “I don’t mean any harm. I did let you in. I--”
“Could’ve killed me the moment I stepped over the threshold. Why did you not?”
“I thought we were friends--”
“Friends?” Darling shakes her gun. “I’m supposed to kill you.”
Oops I’m late (timezones, ugh) but since @dreadfutures was so kind to tag me, I don’t wanna disappoint ❤ Here’s the last line(s) I wrote:
"You're very confident in your own skills," the elf chuckled, leaning back against the door and pulling Dorian with him. Their bodies collided softly, legs to legs and chest to chest.
Yes, it’s been a week and they haven’t made it to the bed yet lmao I truly am the slowest writer that ever existed.