#lyulf

[zkretchy]

anyhow i completely forgot i didn't post 2 videos here (or didnt tag them lol) so have the timelapse of this piece here

[zkretchy]

Well we go from “childhood dreams kinda come true” to “Hiphopping between child like hope and wonder to emotionless puppet and back and to and back and ffs Lyulf pick one”

Hey sometimes your loved ones dying leads to burying all your emotions because they hurt And then you get better And then your brother gets killed by an incubus of all things And you go back But slowly want to be a person again

Yeah it’s a mess but he’ll be fine don’t worry

He too is part of God no2′s school...cult....thingie but not in the same way Randall is He also isn’t too great at magic in general so he just never bothered with it beyond the necessary parts (like throwing up a shield during battle)

Like previously mentioned most of his work ethic is “Do first, ask later if ever”

[ihyhagl]

lyulf’s still a teenager – Lyulf/Elizabeth, PG, 300 WC

               32 days.                32 days until he saw Lizzie again.                Lyulf’s classroom felt like a prison.                “I really need a coffee,” he muttered to himself, cupping his chin with his palm. Organic chemistry could go suck some balls. He surreptitiously snuck his notebook into his backpack and tucked his pencil pouch away. The minute the bell rung, he bolted out the door.

               Biking down the steep street on the far side of campus was becoming his new favorite pastime. As he passed by the shops, he thought about bringing Lizzie to visit them when she came back to the west coast. She’d like a few of them, he surmised, probably the fancy French-sounding boutiques and patisseries the most. They’d take a trip into the city, preferably avoiding the places with bad memories.                Most of all, he wanted to show her that he was serious, that he was dedicated to turning his life around. Lyulf 2.0 if that helped. He grimaced at the cheesiness of the thought.                “You’ve gone soft, Lyulf. What would the boys say if they saw you now?” Chuckling quietly, he turned left and started pedaling faster. Letting go of the handlebars, he stretched, trying to think of Lizzie’s response. She’d probably say that they weren’t with him now so what does it matter? He grinned at its veracity.                He never really knew why he was so drawn to her in the first place. It was just a gut feeling, he guessed, something that extended beyond his supposed rich-girl fetish. If he tried to put it into words he knew he’d fail. In any case, it wasn’t really something to be accurately talked about, was it? In fact, he always thought those who could were strange, because what was affection, really?                32 days.                His excitement really had no control.

[grand-county-witch]

Alternate Universe - Nishit get's picked up by witness protection

“I’m going for a ride, do you want to come?” I asked Micah as I laced my boots. Winter had finally backed off enough to allow a nice enough day to ride my motorcycle to sneak in, and I wasn’t going to waste it.

                “No, thanks.” Micah responded from the couch.

                “Okay.” I leaned down and gave him a quick kiss before going to the garage and getting on my bike.

                I rode out of town along the highway that traced along the path of the Colorado River. Crisp, river-tinted air stung my face and I quickly lost myself in the feeling of being back on my bike after so many months.

                The blissful peace shattered as red and blue lights flashed in my mirror, sirens blaring. I pulled over, a frown on my face. I hadn’t been speeding, or doing anything else wrong for that matter, so why was I getting pulled over by an unmarked cop car?

                I put my kickstand down as two men stepped from the vehicle with dark tinted windows and smooth black paintjob. My guard instantly went up when I saw the two men, I knew all the cops in this district and these two definitely weren’t among them. They both wore suits, though not extremely expensive ones, and walked with a military tamed gait. One was y height with short cropped sandy blond hair and a slight build, the other was a few inches shorter with balding brown hair and a slightly thicker build than his counterpart. They weren’t an obvious threat, despite the two guns they each had poorly concealed.

                The tall one produced a badge as he stopped next to my bike and he held it out, “We’re from the U.S. Marshalls. You’re Richard James Smith, aka Nishit Lyulf Smith, correct?”

                “Yes,” I answered after a moment. “Why?”

                “We need you to come with us immediately. It involves your mother and brother.” He informed me.

                I froze at that. U.S. Marshalls meant witness protection. My mom had been put in witness protection when she was 17 and pregnant with me. So…was it possible that mom and Timmy were alive? That they’d never been killed, just relocated? No. they were dead. They had drowned six years ago because of a drunk driver…right?

                “Sir, we need you to come with us.” The smaller man repeated.

                “Okay.” I said after a moment’s hesitation. If there was some chance, any chance that they were still alive then I had to follow this through.

                My bike forgotten I joined the men in the car. They drove silently through the town of No Name and up to a small office building just on the outskirts. I followed them inside to a small room where the tree of us sat down around a table.

                “Is my family still alive?” I asked, unable to hold back anymore.

                The tall one hesitated for a moment before launching into his story, “Yes. Six years ago, when you were in Iraq, we had reason to believe that one of the higher up’s of the cult your mother had been in and helped bring down may have located her. We couldn’t have her tell you for all of your safety, so we began the process of relocating your mom and brother, intending to relocate you when you returned from duty. But then you were injured and we felt it best to leave you in the hospital until you recovered. But then you disappeared before we could locate you.”

                The more he talked, the stronger my urge to punch him became.

                “Why was I told they were dead?” I glared darkly at them, unknowingly clenching and unclenching my fist.

                The shorter one shifted uncomfortable, “You weren’t supposed to be told that, just that they were missing. We aren’t sure why or where the wires got crossed that screwed that up.”

                “Then why tell me now? Why the hell would you drag all this shit back up now?” I snapped.

                “Because, we were finally able to re-locate you when you returned to Glenwood,” He started to continue. But I slammed my hands on the table, standing to glare down at the two men.

                “So what?” I shouted. I was pissed. Pissed about being lied to. Pissed about being told I’d lost everything when really I’d lost nothing. Pissed that I had finally gotten my life under control and it was spiraling back out of it now.

                “So now you have a decision to make. Either you can stay here, in Glenwood, or we can relocate you to be with your mom and brother. It’s your decision.” The smaller said.

                “I…I can see them again?” I said after a moment.

                “Only if you join the program. We can’t risk compromising their security.”

                “But what about my boyfriend? My kids?” Images of Micah and the boys flashed in my mind, and Kala to.

                “They aren’t legally tied to you and we don’t have the resources to relocate four other people who, legally, have no ties to you or your mom and brother.”

                I sat down heavily in the chair. How did they expect me to choose between my families? Between my kids and my little brother?

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Artists Comments: All characters (C) Me and my friend Cheryl

This is an alternate universe we've been playing with for awhile now.