#oc:jules

[ricksimss]

[ottercola]

some various oekaki doodles in a vain attempt to draw every oc i own

[this-should-do]

decided to do a underpainting/lighting test and it fucks so far me thinks

[jaysworlds]

Whumptober Day Three

Prompt: Gun to Temple Word count: 530 Nimah belongs to @dreamsequencer

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Mercy gets home to an unfamiliar woman standing on his doorstep. Well. Unfamiliar isn’t exactly the right word, given as there’s something about her that is very, very much familiar, but he’s never met her before. And she’s here, on his doorstep.

Ronan must have sent her. He doesn’t know why else she’d be here.

Any other situation and he would have tried talking to her first, but all he can think is Jules is in there. He’s moving before he even registers it, pulling out his gun and pointing it at the woman.

“What are you doing here,” he asks, keeping his voice level and the gun pressed to her head. “Who sent you? Ronan?”

“Fucking hell,” she says, putting her hands up, and doesn’t answer either of his questions.

He just jabs the gun at her, glancing past her at the door, which at least seems to be firmly closed. She hasn’t been inside. “Answer me.”

“No,” she says, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’ve never met the guy, just happen to have the same face.”

Mercy narrows his eyes, finger hovering over the trigger of his gun. He can see the resemblance, but that doesn’t mean anything.

“He never mentioned having a sister.”

She shrugs. She seems remarkably calm for someone with a gun to her head, and he doesn’t like it. “He wouldn’t have, but we still talk. Figured I’d come meet the guy who broke his heart.”

“I broke-” Mercy starts, and then cuts himself off with a scowl. “Why did he send you?”

“He didn’t,” she says, eyeing the gun. “He doesn’t know I’m here. Is there any chance you could get that thing out of my face?”

He doesn’t move. “How did you find me?”

“It wasn’t hard.”

Mercy doesn’t like that. He’s gone to great lengths to be hard to find, and the fact that she could just … show up here puts him very much on edge.

“Who are you with?”

She sighs, rolling her eyes. “I’m not with anyone. Like I said, I just wanted to talk. You broke my brother’s heart.”

“He betrayed me,” Mercy snarls, really not wanting to talk about this. Especially not standing on his doorstep, knowing his son is just a door away. The thought of her hurting him makes him feel sick.

“I’m sure he did,” she says, in the tone of voice that suggests she’s not sure, but she doesn’t want to piss him off any more while he has a gun to her head. “Let’s talk about it?”

“Why do you want to talk about it?”

She seems to be losing patience with this, narrowing her eyes at him. “Because I care about my brother. Is that really so hard to understand?”

It’s not, not really. Mercy gets it, and a few months ago he would have done the same for Ronan, but … not now.

Still. He lowers the gun, just a fraction.

She exhales softly. “Not going to shoot me?”

“Not right now,” Mercy tells her, and reluctantly shoves the gun back into his coat.

“Thank you,” she says, leaning back on the door and crossing her arms. “So. What happened?”

[ricksimss]

some random screenies

[ottercola]

some more chicoon stuff~

[pie-knee]

this demon possessed me until i drew him :/