Apr 22
“boring”
“medium texture circle planet”
seen from Poland
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Kazakhstan
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from Iraq
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from T1
seen from Singapore
seen from T1
seen from Türkiye
seen from China
seen from Russia
seen from Morocco
seen from T1
“boring”
“medium texture circle planet”
Dreams
Only managed a quick alcohol marker doodle since I caught a cold and work has been crazy. The likeness got messed up because working with markers feels like drawing with my feet. It is... Approximate.
I chose poppies for two reasons, their symbolism for dreams and because Hans makes Henry pick poppies for his bouquet to give the bath wench.
Starrison IS real
Prompt #14: Attrition
For FFXIVWrite2022 Character: Erjon Sjadarwesfv Warnings: None
It was endless.
The constant feeling of death. Of pain. It was all around. It had been like this for more than forty years now. Viera may live long, but it was still a long time.
Erjon felt tired. So tired of this. This life. Endless battles, endless conquest, endless sorrow and fear wherever they went. “Glory to Garlemald.” That’s all that mattered in the end.
It wasn’t often he thought back to the time before he ended up here. But now, when he was the only one left, it suddenly came to him. It was a faint memory, but a good one. A simpler life.
He truly was alone now. Everyone he had ever cared about…
They were gone.
He was so tired.
“You don’t belong here, babyface.” Tiberius, his centurion’s voice, echoed in his head. “You act tough, but it’s easy to tell. It’s destroying you. If you’re now supposedly so damn smart… Get out of here while you still draw breath. You bunny folk are supposed to live long lives, right?”
Right.
That’s what he had said.
Erjon had been sitting behind one of the barracks for a while now. The gun rested in his lap. He could either grab it and head back out into the commotion, confront the enemy like he always did, throw his last care of life aside…
No. He had made a promise.
He would not join them for a long… long time.
He got up.
And left.
Welcome to the Family V
“You didn’t have to kill her.”
Chris wasn’t trying to challenge her. Just a comment made under his breath. Barely a whisper. But loud enough to break through the utter silence that had filled the car. Loud enough to gain Lazuli’s attention. Blue eyes now staring at him blankly.
“Are you defending . . . a serial killer?”
“No, I’m not.”
The answer came out almost immediately. To a question that was probably meant to fluster him in some way. Judging by the amused smile on her face as he returned her unwavering stare with one of his own. Even as his knuckles trembled and the lump in his throat grew.
“I’m just saying that there are other ways than vigilantism. You could’ve turned her in or something? Let the law take care of it.”
Her smile fell as her eyes darkened with disappointment. Leaning back in her seat, she turned her attention to the passing buildings outside.
“You have any idea how naive you sound right now? How long do you think before she would break out, taking down as many officers as she could on the way out? You humans always seem to overestimate yourselves.”
“So . . . you’re doing all this to keep us . . . safe?”
A laugh. Not every loud, but still sounding obnoxious as she turned back to him.
“Is that how it’s supposed to go in those picture books you’re obviously reading? Hello Nurse back there was making things difficult for us. Humans may be weak, but they can sure as hell be pretty damn annoying when stirred into a frenzy.”
The car halted as it pulled up at Chris’ home. He moved to exit.
“Besides, it served a pretty good lesson I think.”
Hand on the handle, he froze in place. His neck putting up resistance as he peered over his shoulder.
“Lesson?”
A smile. Innocent and child-like. Paired with her white hair and youthful face, it could almost be described as angelic. If he hadn’t known better.
“Just a peek at what awaits you if you decide to out us. Of course, I can’t imagine you or the other two putting up nearly as much of a fight.”
We interrupt your dead-Jesse-McCree-angst with some singing and dancing penguin entourages.
@reyes-is-dead @wings-of-justice
You ever go too far with a new friend and they're like "woah"
and you think "shit too far too far, let's take it down to forty"