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Once Upon a Time at the End of the World #2 - Book One: Love in the Wasteland, Chapter Two: The Proverbs of Survival (December 28, 2022)

writer: Jason Aaron | artist [penciler & inker]: Alexandre Tefenkgi | colorist: Lee Loughridge | letterer: AndWorld Design | editor: Allyson Gronowitz | executive editor: Sierra Hahn| publishing company: BOOM! Studios

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rules: google/search your name + your favorite color + the word ‘aesthetic’. take the first four (non collage) photos and viola you have your aesthetic moodboard!

Thanks for tagging me @maerenee930 ! Loved this.

Apparently Mezzy and Mez were too much (too little) for google to grok, so I had to go the full Mezzaluna + cobalt blue + aesthetic.

Honorable mention cuz it’s so pretty:

Care to try? @poweredbycreativityandcake @super-unpredictable98 @frogs--are--bitches @crabstick @bisexualnathanyoung @misskittysmagicportal @firstpersonnarrator @ghouls-buddy @inspiremeandsetmefree @badsext @2worlds-colliding

Apologies if you’ve already been tagged or I tagged your main blog and side blog. Just take it as me loving you.

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Drew this succulent for my school talent show! and I'm proud of how it turned out!

Here is the speedpaint of it as well!

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DIY Bullet Removal

oneshot / 795 words / mezzy based on a prompt from here / cw for detailed description of pain

“Sssssshit,” Ezra bites his lip, closing his eyes as waves of pain begin to wash over him. Arm hanging loosely at his side, he sits, missing the chair just a little bit and stumbling.

He feels a hand behind his back steady him, and looks up to see Mare by his side sitting next to him as soon as she’s sure he won’t fall. “Aw, sweet fucking Dust,” she swears when she sees his shoulder. “How much mobility do you have?”

He winces as he flexes his fingers. “If you want my arm on the table, I’m gonna need help.”

Coming around to his other side, she bends forward, gently taking his forearm and his wrist. She lifts his arm quickly; it’s only when it’s on the table that he finally starts to process the pain, eyes welling with tears. With his good arm, he scrubs them away, careful not to move his other side at all.

Mare looks over his shoulder carefully, with a clinical eye. When she’s not injured herself, she’s the best at first aid on the team (the problem is, she’s usually injured). After a couple of moments, she lets out a deep sigh. “Bullet in your shoulder. Muscle, thankfully, not bone; I can definitely patch it up, we just… have to get it out first.” A twinge of pain crosses her face. “I don’t have any anaesthetic, I’m sorry. It’s gonna hurt a lot. And I need two pieces of your metal to get it out– scalpel and tweezers, if you can.” They’ve tried having him remove the bullet himself before via his semblance: on others, it works well enough. On himself, he passes out before it’s anywhere close to done.

Ezra just grits his teeth. “It’s fine.” A small chunk of his metal floats in front of her, shaping itself into what she needs. She plucks it out of the air, taking a bit of fire Dust to heat and sterilize it before waving it in the air to cool it off.

“Close your eyes,” she says, and he does. She hands him something, a piece of cloth he thinks, and he puts it between his teeth. They’ve done this before, if not often. “Alright, brace yourself. One… two…”

He doesn’t even hear her get to three, because the scalpel is already in his flesh and he just wants to scream, the cloth is muffling his voice anyway so he lets out a high-pitched pain-filled noise that barely sounds human to him. He is so acutely aware of the blade moving through his muscle, of the bullet sitting in his flesh, the visceral rooting pain of the tweezers digging to find something solid. His breathing is quick, shallow, and he sees black spots begin to dance around the corners of his eyes. Then the bullet moves, and he is overwhelmed with a combination of the agony of it moving out and the relief of having it gone. The cloth in his mouth is nearly torn in half, and he spits it out, taking deep breaths.

Carefully placing the bullet and the metal on the table, Mare pulls out something that looks like– a flask? He barely registers the meaning of this, too busy recovering from literally having a bullet pulled out of his shoulder. Mare, however, looks a little ashamed. “It’s, um, it’s for this reason,” she says as she unscrews the cap. “But it is going to hurt a lot. Again.” She offers her hand this time, not needing both of them; and he takes it, his own hand shaking. “Here we go.”

While still terrible, this pain is one he’s more familiar with, the cleansing overwhelming sting of antiseptics being applied. Of course, alcohol is still his least favorite of these; the tears that had built in his eyes spill freely now, and he squeezes her hand until the worst of it fades. When he looks, there are nail marks embedded in her skin that quickly fade as her aura washes over her; and then he sees her aura wash over him, and feels the pain begin to ease. She gives him a reassuring smile, and after about thirty seconds of aura transfer, drops his hand to examine his shoulder again. Sure enough, the muscle and skin is mostly knit together. Still tender, absolutely, but leagues better than just a couple of minutes ago.

Ezra lets out a deep sigh, taking his arm off the table. “Thanks, M. Dunno where I’d be without you.”

To his mild surprise, she pulls him into a tight hug, though she is careful to avoid his shoulder. “Please be more careful, Ezra. Your semblance doesn’t make you invulnerable to bullets.”

He can’t help but chuckle. “Yep, remembered that the hard way.”

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