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Gaius's portrait, without the cracks.

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Old commission of my ILW MC, Vax, by @littlestpersimmon 🖤

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Saw this immortal desires dress, and knew I had to put it on Vax IMMEDIATELY... I also added transparents of the adjusted dress under the cut, in case anyone wants to use it on their MCs! Credit is appreciated, since putting the dress on this body type took a while 🥺 Enjoy 😊

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(This is @abelflints!) Here's Raine hitching a ride on a drake - my edit for @thosehallowedhalls for the @choicesfandomappreciation secret pal exchange! Adjusted from a romance club CG, lets pretend it's some different breed of drake, because editing the extra set of legs on was too hard, so it looks a bit different 😅 To my recipient, I'm sorry Tyril is not there! I had more ideas about what I wanted to do, including fitting him into this edit, but it didn't work out 😔 I'm sorry! I hope you still like it. Your characters are really pretty, and I like your blades fics! Bye!

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Just a little thank you for participating in the @choicesfandomappreciation April Acts of Kindness. I hope April brings you many wonderful moments to remember! 💖

This is really cool! Thank you a second time for all your work on the event, and the gifts! 🥰

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Squeeeeeeeeeze!!! You've been given a hug! Send this to all the people who you think deserve a hug. Let the hugging begin! ♥

🥺 thank you 🤗🫂

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✨ Him ✨

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Little ILW MC Angst Piece

Book: It Lives Within

Basis: What brown means to Vax... (ILW MC.) Or, his reaction to the loss of his eye. Warnings: spoilers. angst. injury. Word Count: 620+ A/N: I wrote this forever ago, but I'm digging it up because it became relevant again.

Vax knew brown to be warm. To be human. 

It was the fragmented sheen of the pebbles at the bottom of the lakebed he and Annie had lounged in, sunlight weaving and waving off the smooth rock faces, the rival of any monarchies jewels. 

It was the polished glow of woodwork, hours amassed into a single little figurine, standing proudly on his desk. Hands covered in cuts and splinters, slices and dices, but he doesn’t frown, no– he doesn’t frown– 

Sitting back and thinking– I made that, I made that!, the conjoined laughter of father and son echoing out across the oaken room, buttery hues of the setting sun softly dancing past the silhouette of a son, a hero, and a father. 

Vax knew brown to be homely. To be kind.

It was the tantalizing bronze of food, freshly cooked, the glimmer of the oaken table where family and friends alike would gather, and laugh, and chatter, the umbra hues of the extra servings that he folded into hands that once held onto milk bottles, building blocks, and storybooks, but now holds onto a world, weighted down, heavy and hurting and hoping for something– something less– 

Vax knew brown to be an oath, a truth, and a promise–

It was the glint of his mother’s ring, catching on all the angles of the light, and sending rainbows bounding across the ceiling. A golden-brown and gilded thing, crested by the cream of a quaint little cranium, the skull ring that she had clutched to her fingers, and now, he clutches to his, the scrawling swirl of calligraphy sheening softly with each turn as he spins it around through the air  - memento mori - remember, you will die. 

Vax knew brown to be familiar. To be grounding. 

It was the colour of the sap that raced down the tree he had hidden in, and wailed and bellowed before Annie, a stream of mocking ghostly wails that sent her screaming, not laughing, like he had intended, and then, his run to her, brotherly arms outstretched, it’s just me, it’s just me, I’ll never let anything hurt you, okay? You’re stuck to me, see, like this sap is to this tree, and I won’t let anything happen to you, I won’t let anything happen to you… 

I promise, Annie. I promise. 

Vax knew brown to be many things, but mostly, it was home.

It was his mother’s eyes, his father’s, his sister’s, everyone that ever mattered to him– 

Or it was the speckling of freckles across the nose of the boy he had sneaked out with at camp, tangling his fingers into his hair and realizing, oh, that’s what the feeling of my tingling chest when I saw my friend in his silken suit at prom was, oh, that’s the feeling of my pinkened cheeks as I heard him speak, oh, that’s… this is… this is… 

The truth is, brown was– is– so much more than a colour. 

So maybe that’s why he sobs, and sobs, and sobs, and sobs,  like a man possessed, inconsolable, on his haunches, no consolation left in the soft compress of strong arms and frantic utterances “Vax– Vax– show me, show me, show me, please, show me where it hurts, let me take care of you–”

Brown was good, brown was safe, brown was home, soft… sweet– 

And stolen from him. 

So maybe that’s why he sobs, when the last of it is taken from him. The one thing he took pride in, the homely hue of his kin carried down in one singular eye, and struck out with one single swipe. 

“They got– the wrong eye– they got–”

It should have been the other eye. 

…It should have been the other eye. 

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kilvalir's choices works

Below the read more, you will find a compilation of all the choices content I've made so far. Beware of it lives within spoilers, not all the titles of the works ahead are spoiler-free.

Tags

These are the tags I normally use on my own creations.

Writing: #my writing Edits: #my edits Memes: #my memes Below is the tags I use for my own favourite it lives within main character, mr pink-hair up there, Vax, and all content related to him, including those made by me, and those not made by me. Vax in general: #OC: Vax Vũ-Verdant Vax with Lincoln: #Vaxlinc

Writing

A note on trigger warnings: all my writing lists any potential content warnings at the top of the work, and even after you press one of the provided links to the writing, you won't see the story itself until you press the read more button.

1. Lincoln x MC angst fic - Heal what has been hurt (change the fate's design), part 1, part 2 2. Abel x MC ficlet - click 3. Excerpt of an unfinished Abel x MC angst - click 4. Abel x MC (ish) - a sinister Judas Kiss piece - click 5. Abel x MC joke fic - click 6. Pictures of You - ILW Main Cast Angst - click 7. In Progress Lincoln x MC Angst - part 1 8. Excerpt of a soft Lincoln x MC WIP - click 9. Little ILW MC Angst Piece - click

Edits

Another note on trigger warnings: warnings for edits are shown by caution emojis and what the warning is for, after the link. e.g ⚠️EXAMPLE ⚠️

Fake CGS and Book Covers:

1. Bashful Abel in a suit - click 2. Horror Abel - click ⚠️GUNS ⚠️ 3. Horror Abel looming behind ILW MC - click ⚠️BODY HORROR ⚠️ 4. Suited Up Abel Leaning - click 5. ILW MC (Feens!) striding menacingly through an alley - click 6. Eiko x MOTY MC cover edit - click 7. Abel x ILW MC (Hilkka) reading by a tree - click

Sprite Edits:

1. Abel in Rowan's glasses - click 2. Sleeveless Abel with long hair - click 3. Long-hair Abel in a flower crown - click 4. ILW MC in Abel's sweater - click 5. ILW MC (Vax) Edit - click 6. Pirate Abel #1 - click 7. Pirate Abel #2 - click 8. Pirate Abel #3 - click 9. Horror Abel - click ⚠️BODY HORROR ⚠️ 10. Grandpa Abel - click 11. Crying Abel - click ⚠️DEATH AND ILW SPOILERS ⚠️ 12. Bearded Abel and beardless Lincoln - click 13. Merman Abel - click 14. Abel x ILW MC heist suits - click 15. Amalia dressed as her younger self - click 16. Lincoln dressed as his younger self - click 17. Beckett (TE) as a wood nymph - click 18. Lincoln as an elf - click 19. Tom as a mage - click 20. Jean Jacket Lincoln with his hair down - click 21. Nik Ryder if he was in ATV - click 22. ILW MC (Vax) lookbook - click ⚠️ILW SPOILERS ⚠️ 23. ILW MC (Vax) expressions - click

Misc. Edits:

1. Rheya (BB) fragment piece, with the cracks removed - click ⚠️BLOOD AND BLOODBOUND B2 SPOILERS⚠️ 2. Abel Valentines Cards - click 3. Abel Moodboard - click

Memes

1. Abel vs Horror Connor - click 2. Abel, Jocelyn, and ILW mc - someone will die... - click 3. Horror Connor when you flirt with more than one person - click 4. Abel, Annie, and mentioned MC - she thinks it's fancy? - click 5. Lincoln x MC - a smile might be nice... - click 6. Devon, Power MC - I'm literally shaking.. - click 7. Abel x MC - no principles - click 8. MC and most LIs - please sir, can I have some more? - click 9. Lincoln x MC - breakfast takes a turn - click 10. Abel and Lincoln - on the matter of sleep.. click

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Little ILW MC Angst Piece

Book: It Lives Within

Basis: What brown means to Vax... (ILW MC.) Or, his reaction to the loss of his eye. Warnings: spoilers. angst. injury. Word Count: 620+ A/N: I wrote this forever ago, but I'm digging it up because it became relevant again.

Vax knew brown to be warm. To be human. 

It was the fragmented sheen of the pebbles at the bottom of the lakebed he and Annie had lounged in, sunlight weaving and waving off the smooth rock faces, the rival of any monarchies jewels. 

It was the polished glow of woodwork, hours amassed into a single little figurine, standing proudly on his desk. Hands covered in cuts and splinters, slices and dices, but he doesn’t frown, no– he doesn’t frown– 

Sitting back and thinking– I made that, I made that!, the conjoined laughter of father and son echoing out across the oaken room, buttery hues of the setting sun softly dancing past the silhouette of a son, a hero, and a father. 

Vax knew brown to be homely. To be kind.

It was the tantalizing bronze of food, freshly cooked, the glimmer of the oaken table where family and friends alike would gather, and laugh, and chatter, the umbra hues of the extra servings that he folded into hands that once held onto milk bottles, building blocks, and storybooks, but now holds onto a world, weighted down, heavy and hurting and hoping for something– something less– 

Vax knew brown to be an oath, a truth, and a promise–

It was the glint of his mother’s ring, catching on all the angles of the light, and sending rainbows bounding across the ceiling. A golden-brown and gilded thing, crested by the cream of a quaint little cranium, the skull ring that she had clutched to her fingers, and now, he clutches to his, the scrawling swirl of calligraphy sheening softly with each turn as he spins it around through the air  - memento mori - remember, you will die. 

Vax knew brown to be familiar. To be grounding. 

It was the colour of the sap that raced down the tree he had hidden in, and wailed and bellowed before Annie, a stream of mocking ghostly wails that sent her screaming, not laughing, like he had intended, and then, his run to her, brotherly arms outstretched, it’s just me, it’s just me, I’ll never let anything hurt you, okay? You’re stuck to me, see, like this sap is to this tree, and I won’t let anything happen to you, I won’t let anything happen to you… 

I promise, Annie. I promise. 

Vax knew brown to be many things, but mostly, it was home.

It was his mother’s eyes, his father’s, his sister’s, everyone that ever mattered to him– 

Or it was the speckling of freckles across the nose of the boy he had sneaked out with at camp, tangling his fingers into his hair and realizing, oh, that’s what the feeling of my tingling chest when I saw my friend in his silken suit at prom was, oh, that’s the feeling of my pinkened cheeks as I heard him speak, oh, that’s… this is… this is… 

The truth is, brown was– is– so much more than a colour. 

So maybe that’s why he sobs, and sobs, and sobs, and sobs,  like a man possessed, inconsolable, on his haunches, no consolation left in the soft compress of strong arms and frantic utterances “Vax– Vax– show me, show me, show me, please, show me where it hurts, let me take care of you–”

Brown was good, brown was safe, brown was home, soft… sweet– 

And stolen from him. 

So maybe that’s why he sobs, when the last of it is taken from him. The one thing he took pride in, the homely hue of his kin carried down in one singular eye, and struck out with one single swipe. 

“They got– the wrong eye– they got–”

It should have been the other eye. 

…It should have been the other eye. 

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portrait commission for @abelflints~!

closing the portrait sale tomorrow, check it out before it's gone

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Do you still love the Sun

when it's soaked in blood?

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Life's a bitch. Now so am I

Fun fact: my TH:M mc is Wind's little brother Sol.

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Sit with me a while 🥺

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I just...I don't know how much more I can take

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isnpired by random thought at 2am

im sorry

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Everyones Adorable Little Murder Princess, Valax.