#chlorr

[dinahlanceart]

Trying out the new Procreate brushes by painting Chlorr! Just a little WIP

[goldpilot22]

I finally figured out how to do ref sheets so now that artfight started (oops) I'm frantically drawing as many as possible

[astarael-bell]

““I saw it, too,” said Mogget. “On the Greater Dead, that Chlorr.” “Yes,” said the Dog, her voice troubled. “I trust you will have no trouble remembering where your loyalties lie?” Mogget didn’t answer. He slowly closed his eye, and a small and secret smile spread across his mouth.”

[a-crack-in-the-universe]

I love how ready Sabriel is to go into the Great Rift to slay Chlorr herself, and how disappointed she is when Lirael insists on going instead. :’D   

Also, Touchstone’s reaction is so relatable. Almost his entire family is ready to jump at the enemy and Touchstone just wants to sit down and plan everything out before going on such an important quest. Poor guy looks so stressed out lol.  

[leona-florianova]

Chlorr of the mask

[justanotherpiccplayer]

Um... guys....

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[blackkatmagic]

Snippets of a thing I’m not sure I’ll finish bc my wrist hurts and I’m lazy

“You don’t ever use your choker,” Izuru says to him in the aftermath, when all the details about his fight with Ayasegawa come out. They're sitting outside the captains’ meeting hall, neither of them entirely sure why they're actually there when they have no captain to follow, but some part of Shūhei that still feels like a cat at least enjoys the sun.

Shūhei brushes his fingers away before he can touch the loop of leather, though he smiles as he does it, makes it a joke as he scoffs. “I wasn’t going to kill another Shinigami,” he says.

“If anyone is asking for it, it’s Yumichika,” Izuru says dryly, and Shūhei laughs, but Izuru's eyes are still on him—on his neck, specifically. When Shūhei arches a brow at him, he startles, flushes. “Sorry, I just—I thought I saw something silver.”

Treacherous, crafty Belgaer, always eager to be heard, Shūhei thinks, though he doesn’t let himself react, doesn’t reach up to touch the miniature bell hanging hidden and silenced on his collar. “A trick of the light?” he proposes instead, and Izuru gives him a faintly sheepish smile.

“I probably haven’t gotten enough sleep,” he admits, but before he can add anything else the doors of the meeting hall creak open. Instantly, Izuru rises to his feet, head dipping, and Shūhei follows him up, bowing as the first wave of captains passes. There are a few glances, a murmured greeting from Ukitake, but nothing more.

And then, in their wake, footsteps, light and graceful and saturated with Free Magic.

“Go on ahead, Isane,” Unohana says, low and gentle. “Lieutenant Hisagi, may I speak with you?”

Shūhei hides a grimace behind another bow, then straightens. Izuru is looking at him with something like alarm, and Unohana is smiling, hands clasped in front of her. “Of course, Captain,” he says politely.

“Shūhei?” Izuru asks worriedly. “Are you hurt?”

“Nothing of the sort,” Unohana tells Izuru, quick to reassure. “I simply would like to ask a favor of a lieutenant with Hisagi’s particular skillset.”

Whatever favor she wants likely has less to do with Shūhei’s ranking when he graduated the Academy and far more to do with the bell hanging at his throat, but Shūhei doesn’t object. Can't, when Unohana outranks him in more way than one, and it’s a dynamic Shūhei has had far too much experience with over the millennia.

That smile doesn’t waver, though Shūhei knows he can't control his expression nearly as well as he would like in this form. Unohana just steps away expectantly, and Shūhei follows, casting a glance over his shoulder. “Sorry, Kira. Later?”

“Drinks.” Izuru's smile is wan. “I think we deserve them, after the last few days.”

Shūhei can hardly argue with that, so he smiles, then quickens his steps, falling in beside Unohana as she makes for the garden attached to the First Division’s headquarters. A pass of her hand lets them through the gate, and Shūhei closes it behind them, then joins her on the path.

“It’s reassuring to see you forging connections,” Unohana says into thee green silence of the garden. She doesn’t look at him, but keeps her eyes focused ahead as she says, “He has the look of the Clayr.”

“He isn't,” Shūhei says, even though it was his first thought as well, when he met Izuru.

“Even Mosrael’s blood would wear thin after so many millennia,” Unohana reminds him. “A lack of ability does not signify a lack of the blood. You of all people should know that, Mogget.”

The sound of the long-denied name puts up the hair on the back of Shūhei’s neck, makes him bristle even as he tries to contain it. “Are we resurrecting faded names now, Chlorr?” he bites out, coming to a sharp halt in the middle of the path.

There isn't so much as a flicker in Unohana’s expression as she turns to face him. “If we were, I would be using a far older name,” she says, perfectly even, smile unwavering. “Yrael.”

[roocharfferarts]

just finished goldenhand. i’m such a fan of the 9th precinct