#freedomborn

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I was commissioned by the incredibly talented @freedomborn for a headshot of her wonderful story’s antagonist: Lucas Sala. Thank you, Becca!

If you’re interested in purchasing a piece like this, please see my commissions post located in my blog’s sidebar, or DM me for more information!

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29 aaand 80

Technically it isn’t Munday anymore but this is a free country. [Accepting!]

29. Where is the shirt you are wearing from?

A place called RadioBot! They’re an independent store at Camden Market in London. It’s this cute, comfy little tank-top like shirt with “Polite As F*ck” written on it.

80. Name something you have to do tomorrow?

God, I need to hoover my bedroom floor. It’s covered in bits of thread dtfghjk.

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@freedomborn replied to your post “Junkrat is too much of a piece of shit to rep all of Oz. If anything...”

I can see that. Junkrat being the rep of an entire country would be terrifying for the rest of the world

Even being a rep of a city/town/anything would be terrifying. Because then he can’t really die.

@zdravstvuysclntse replied to your post “Junkrat is too much of a piece of shit to rep all of Oz. If anything...”

That would make sense, he /looks/ like Junkertown, and Reps can be kicked out from their land, it's just not a pleasant experience for him.

Depends on your HCs (in regards to how pleasant it is) but by yours, for sure. I just think it’s hilarious to have a rep that isn’t allowed in his own territory.

@snakearm replied to your post “Dear Hetalians: imagine this. Junkrat as the representation of...”

Hog is world fat rep. All the worlds fat is him.

I agree wholeheartedly

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「 ⊰✧⊱ 」 ▬ @freedomborn

“No, you’re fine. I’m just getting some fresh air.” Funny. Fresh air in an environment as cold as this one. Sounded like a piss-poor excuse. “I was just looking for a place to think. Having a bit of a crisis, but that’s nothing new. I hope I didn’t wander onto any property of yours; I’ll leave if that’s the case.”

Likewise, Lucas could easily tell that the man he was speaking to wasn’t human. After spending enough time with Nonna and her friends, immortals were pretty easy to differentiate. Who exactly this person was, though, Lucas couldn’t guess. He just hoped that it would be a peaceful encounter, especially in light of his current conflicts.

     “Fresh air? You look as if you are moments away from becoming an organic fixture in that very spot.” The human looked positively frozen. “Something certainly seems to be weighing on your mind. They say that it becomes visible on a man when something is truly troubling him---it is evident in the way he carries himself. What is this crisis you find yourself in the middle of? If you care to talk.” 

     In an attempt at a friendly gesture, he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and offered one to the man. “And what is your name?” 

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freedomborn replied to your post:

Lucas voice: “No? I’m cleaning my guns.”

“Nick let you bring guns into his house!? More importantly, how the Hell did you get them on the plane without anyone noticing?”

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freedomborn:

“Thank you for taking this seriously… it means more to me than you know. I just wish you could come with me.”

There’s a long pause, as if he doesn’t know what to do or say next, but eventually the appropriate response comes to him. He pulls her into a gentle hug, placing a kiss atop her head, and giving them both the time that they need to appreciate each other’s presence.

“I love you. All I want is for us to live together in peace, and… I really hope that we’ll find that someday.”

“Nnh, don’t, don’t...” Is all she says, almost wrestling her way out of the hug, hands held up to ensure he didn’t come closer again. Something has truly changed behind her eyes, and it’s clear that she’s far from optimistic about this situation.

“Just get on the plane, for the love of God, and don’t worry about me, just focus on yourself and focus on staying safe. Because, if I’m honest with you, Lucas, ‘someday’ is a long, long way away at this point, and that’s because of me and my stupidity.

“Now, please, get going, there’s a taxi outside, just go.”

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AU where, out of the goodness of her heart, Nonna shares a little too much information about Representatives with a human who then blabs, to everyone who will listen. Word spreads, information is leaked, misinformation and rumours form, and pretty soon the majority of humanity is scared out of their wits of these ‘monsters’ living among them.

Witch hunts start, fear is everywhere, it’s all fun and games until mankind actually finds out how to kill a Representative, then things start to get serious. Humans are angry and fearful, brandishing their weapons, calling for the extinction of the ‘government’s little secret’, everything is fuelled by fear, fear of what these beings could do if angered. So, the solution, obviously is to get rid of them before anything horrible happens, before they’re targeted for knowing too much.

Meanwhile, Nonna is at an absolute loss as to how this happened. Everyone is furious with her, and no one is willing to listen to a word she says, despite her pleas and her insistence that she was ‘only trying to help a student out’. But who’s going to care about her reasoning when they are at actual and serious risk of being wiped out by a sea of angry and scared humans. 

Oh christ what has she done? And how the hell is she meant to rectify it?

@freedomborn dude do you remember that one AU you had,,,,

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freedomborn:

“Well I can’t just not visit; you’re like my mom. Sorry for not telling you first. Mark just happened to be going and I didn’t know about it until like an hour beforehand. He never really plans these things.

“Am I taller than you now…? I didn’t notice! I’m still shorter than everyone else.”

“A-Aha, now wait a second, ‘like your mum’? O-oh! Oh ahaha, really? I.. Wow, okay, I wasn’t expecting to hear that.” Christ, it was so infuriating, just how quickly she could lose her cool when thrown off guard. Why couldn’t she just pull herself together.

Ah, but the truth was, something like this was, for her at least, a little hard to just bounce back from. All her life, for as far back as she could remember, the one thing Nonna had always wanted but could absolutely never have, was a child. The fact that she was infertile to the point of not even having the organs necessary to conceive a child was easily, easily the worst thing about what she was, and it had been the hardest thing to deal with when at her lowest points in life. Logan was, without a doubt, the closest thing she had to a child, and there was no denying that she’d seen him as a sort of surrogate son for a while, but she would never, in a million years have guessed that he saw her in a similar way. He was incredibly hard to read, and reading people had never been her forte, so really it was no wonder that this came as a complete surprise to her.

“Oh, oh dear,” she blurted out, suddenly uncomfortably aware of the tears that had sprang to her eyes without warning, “oh no, hah! Look at me.. Getting all weepy over this, it’s ridiculous, I’m a grown woman. Logan, I’m sorry, you didn’t come all this way to see me blubber all over you, after all.”