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Back at it again!! Made a piece that I didn't want to lump in with any others so you get a gift!!

Found a pose ref that gave me immediate VIBES and an excuse to play around with some armor for these two

OH MY GOD THIS IS GORGEOUS! I AM EATING THIS UP>?!?!!?!?!?!? OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. THEY LOOK AMAZING! THEYR'E SO CUTE! THEY'RE E V E R Y T H I N G TO MEEEEEeeeeEEEEeeeee

Dude for real. For real. Are you aware of how talented you are? Like, LOOK AT THIS! The fits are gorgeous and so detailed and intricate! And COVER EVERYTHING! AND ARE SO THEM! Dite's longbow, I LOVE IT, and the COLOURS I just. Holy SHIT this is beautiful, I want to get it professionally printed and frame it it's STUNNING, DUDE! ABSOLUTELY STUNNING!

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there HAS to be a reason for this

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One of Killians' more advanced physical therapy activities he did post-breakup was trying to shuffle a deck of cards. And he still can't do it all that well 🙃

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Matera, Italy is famous for the Sassi, small homes built into the rock that supports the city. The residents shared the space with their farm animals. They were lived in until the 1950s.

March 3, 2024

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YEAH YEAHHHHH!!! HYPE HYPE HYPE HYPE!!@

I was gonna wait to reblog this with some of my own art to promo it (because I've been thinking about Luce lately) But im SO GLAD YOU BEAT ME TO IT!!

Your style is EVERYTHING TO ME!! Your rendering is IMMACULATE!

AND THE STORY!! ALSO!!! I haven't read all the way through it yet (this and the rewrite of The Forgiven) But it is (as always) SPECTACULAR! RETURN OF THE QUEEEEN!

I've been meaning to post this on here for well over a week now, but life got hectic and I kept forgetting.

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if you’re stuck, add a meal scene. nothing brings characters together like emotionally fraught soup.

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Prompt #1213

"Do you ever wonder what would have happened if we had chosen differently?"

"All the time."

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Prompt #1214

"You're my biggest pain in the ass. Would you please annoy me for the rest of our lives?"

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Got a couple pics of this trio, BEST TRIO. Jack and Luce have been known to gang up on Kills every now and again as a treat >:)

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I actually OPENED a word document! And I did this in like the past hour lol. Redid/ added more to the little blurb >:)

The tallest and most precious tower out of ice, barely big enough to shift his feet on, the tips of his shoes hanging off the edge. The search for the top of the dome has brought him here. There is as much nothing up here as there is down there, but at least there's a view. 

Who knows how tall this building is, and he can't be bothered to care when the ground below calls.

He wouldn't. He shouldn't. There wouldn't be any point when he would most likely come back anyway. 

Just climb back down.

……………………………….

Lucy’s shoulder breaks through the barrier as if it would put up any fight, tripping over her own feet in her haste. Her breath gasping, frantic white clouds in the air, pulled in whatever direction her head snaps to. He’s not anywhere she can see, but her eyes eventually meet the tower in the distance. A profiled knife cutting through the sky.

Her heart sinks. And despite the deadly cold, the imminent threat of irreversible frostbite, her feet start moving again. A desperate, clumsy facade of a runner's sprint. 

It’s not too late. Not yet.

Mother Nature appears halfway through the door just in time to see Lucy making a break for it. The further her gaze travels up the pillar the more knots her stomach ties into. Frozen stiff in fear.

……………………………….

The wind here, unlike anywhere else, doesn't speak. It just nudges him in one direction or the other this far up and he lets it. Seeing if it has enough push to do it for him.

There's no point in hoping, he reasons with himself. Self-preservation would kick in halfway down and he’ll catch himself. No one else will anyway. 

But if that’s going to happen, why not do it anyway? What harm would there be? 

……….

She runs as fast as she can force her body to go and it still doesn't feel fast enough. Her lungs burn with the ice in the atmosphere. The effort needed to take every wheezing breath a punishment. But every second he stays out of sight is another mercy granted to her. 

………….

Maybe if he tried someone would come just in time. No one has visited yet, but maybe---just maybe someone would. Someone would try and catch him. Even though the endless white of the ground below is inviting enough. The hope or delusion alone would be enough to kill him.

High enough to touch the heavens. 

……….

She closes in at the base of the tower.

……….

It's just one bad day.

……..

Mother Nature follows some distance behind her. Eyes on the cloud line.

…………

How he would live for someone on the ground to talk him down. To talk to him. 

His weight shifts, teetering on his heels, he doesn't debate it any longer. He falls backwards instead of forward, the back of his ankles nicking the platform on the way down. 

He flies all the time. Heights are no fear of his, but he’s ever been corporeal for most of it. He watches the top of the glistening pillar fade away into the sky, his heart beating faster than he thought it would.

……..

Lucy nearly chokes on the air. Running up directly under him, finally seeing the silhouette steadily coming into closer focus. Her magic is summoned without thinking, barely even feeling. It lights on instinct. The overwhelming, soul crushing need in her veins to just get closer. Willing her off the ground in a whirlwind. The sound of a whiplash sending her off.

……………

The wind screaming in his ears on the way down drowns out any thoughts. Every nerve numbed with a terrible cold that somehow feels like burning. In noise there is quiet. In chaos there is calm.

Until he has the breath of his lungs knocked out of him from the force of impact on his back. Actively sputtering and writhing in the air when his arc is knocked off kilter.

Lucy anchors her arms around his shoulders, legs locked around his torso, attaching herself like a second skin.

They tumble through the descent, backs facing the ground again. Her head buried in the back of his shoulders, white knuckling him. Not looking down. Her magic still glowing. 

It’s a moment that lasts an eternity. He was farther up than he thought. His heart nearly forgets to keep beating. 

His back is suddenly warm and it's not from her rapidly diminishing body temperature. 

A sense of feeling, warm blooded, comforting, painful, full chested. Every feeling, all at once. The heaps of rejection, inadequacy, longing. So much longing. For love. For acceptance. A hand to hold and shoulder to cry on. 

He goes limp in the air. The blue of his skin draining out of his extremities, flicking off in particles into the clouds. The heat pooling under his eyes, peel off in water droplets in the same manner. 

Life pushed back into him.

A wave of clarity, realization dawns on him. The ground is getting closer. Her grip is getting looser.

He moves faster than he has in years. He tries turning over to face the ice closing in, one hand commanding the wind under then to gather, cushion then somewhat. The other snapping forward before they both disappear into an explosion of clouds and powered snow gathered on the ground. 

Mother Nature isn't breathing, too focused on catching up. Feeling the vibration of impact.

The shroud doesn't clear until she tells it to. A sharp swipe of her arm clears the airborne debris and dry ice. 

There's a sizable hill of snow; she goes digging through it with her bare hands. Wide frenzied eyes find them cradles at the center, her hands shaking.

Partially buried, lying completely still on their sides. Lucy still seat-belting him, growing more limp by the second. Jack staring off into a far-off horizon, holding onto her arms across his neck, hot tears still streaming. Never freezing. 

Mother Nature scrambling to close the distance, easily hauling the both of them upright and into the tightest hug she can manage without hurting them. The warmth of the sun seeping through her arms, starting to warm them up again. 

Her shoulders shake, muffling the quiet sobs into the tops of their heads. 

Lucy slowly stirs from the heat warding off the chill. She hugs back a little tighter.

It takes Jack another moment to move. He closes his eyes and puts a hand on his mother’s back. The tears haven't stopped since halfway down. The warm patch of sun he’s currently held in, wills his grip to tighten, to grow desperate.  

He doesn't let go of either of them for anything. 

I've been listening to Achillies Come Down and Now That Your Gone like A LOT. In my Jack feels this evening :') And to be fair! At least half of the poll results requested angst so here's ANGST

(And putting it under the cut for warning purposes! Theres not a lot of words but it's very heavy just as an FYI)

The tallest and most precious tower out of ice, barely big enough to shift his feet on, the tips of his shoes hanging off the edge. The search for the top of the dome that holds him captive has brought him here. There is as much nothing up here as there is down there, but at least there's a view.  The wind tries its best to knock him off the precipice and he lets it try. There is only miles and miles of cold ice-covered ground as far as he can see, right in the center of the continent. And if he hadn't previously made the journey out to the borders to see the ocean, he was to believe that this is all there was of the world. Surrounded by cold, unforgiving ground on all sides as it calls to him. He wouldn't. He shouldn't. There wouldn't be any point when he would most likely come back anyway.  Just climb back down. The air here, unlike anywhere else, doesn't speak. It just nudges him in one direction or the other this far up and he provides little resistance if any at all. Daring it to do his dirty work for him. There's no point in hoping, he reasons with himself. Self-preservation would kick in halfway down and he’ll catch himself. No one else will anyway.  But if that’s going to happen, why not do it anyway? What harm would there be?  Maybe if he went someone would come just in time. No one has visited yet, but maybe---just maybe someone would. Someone would try and catch him. The endless white of the ground below is as inviting as a mother's outstretched arms, waiting, just waiting for him to close that gap. How he would live for someone on the ground to talk him down. To talk to him.  High enough to touch the heavens.  His weight shifts, teetering on his heels. It's just one bad day. He doesn't even think about it much more than that, his body moves on its own. He doesn't debate it any longer. He falls backwards instead of forward, the back of his ankles knicking the platform on the way down.  He flies all the time. Heights are no fear of his, but he’s ever been corporeal for any of it. He watches the top of the glistening pillar fade away into the sky, his heart beating faster than he thought it would. Taking longer to reach the bottom than he expected.  Even though he waits until a little too close for comfort, he doesn't surprise himself beyond that. A stiff, churning winter wind gathers at the ground instead of his broken remains, kicking up powered snow at the base of the tower. The wind and ice condense, gaining back color and form to put him on his back, looking up at where he once was. Where he once was, where he thought he wanted, needed to be. It's quieter down here, there's no howling wind screaming in his ears. There is no voice calling him to oblivion.  There is only him.  Always has been. Always will be.

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Neither enemies to lovers nor slow burn but a secret third thing called Schrödinger's intimacy. We are in love and we are not in love do NOT open that lid I swear to God.

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Don't mind me, just pinning more art up on my digital wall

You bet your sweet ASS I am going out there and frolicking!! It's prime frolicking conditions! Thanks @snowqueenjacqueline phenomenal work

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Fiera: When I grow up, I want to injure men by throwing things just like you, Chimera! :D Chimera: YAS girl KILL 'EM

Thanks to @lmelodie for sending me the most Fiera/Chimera coded screenshot ever (and for having the most badass blorbo, Chimera):

huehuehuehue >:)