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so me and @rustedbread did an art colab using this template based on his two ocs, oren and sevron. theres a lot of lore if ur interested go pester rusted abt it 👍👍

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juno takes a little tumble, angers local gardener

the taste of copper mingles with the warm feeling on the side of her head.

there's someone familiar screaming, she feels herself over-salivating as she struggles to push herself up on an arm that's not listening to her.

she's curled up and the side of her face feels wet. she smells potting soil, barely blinking awake to see pieces of ceramic in a pile in front of her.

the voice gets closer. it's whimpering now. she feels something pulling her up, and her body feels lighter--but her head feels heavy, and there's a spot that's burning. she tries to whisper something encouraging but she can only murmur. her lips are too thick for her words to get past.

the voice shushes her, and she feels the edges of her feet brushing against the ground.

"'s okay...everythin'..." she gives up part way through her words, sighing out a breath in frustration.

her heart leaps into her throat as her lagging mind finally catches that she's being carried, but all she can do is squirm in their grip.

"mmf-! cold..." are the sounds that stumble their way out of her mouth as soon as celeste starts to wash her arms. "i know. but i need to clean the cuts."

cuts...?

her vision's still blurry, and she doesn't like it at all. what she likes less is her difficulty keeping balance, feeling her head lolled to one side. the overwhelming nausea wasn't nice, either.

god, her head...

touching a finger to the corner confirmed what she thought, and she gasped as she touched it, huffing out one of her half-chuckles as soon as she looked at the blood on her finger.

"careful...!" she looked up and met celeste's eyes--the best as she could, given the circumstances. "..." she doesn't like it at all. not one bit.

celeste didn't like it anymore than she did, given her expression. juno's glazed over expression made her purse her lips. "hold still." she pulled a little harder at her arm, and juno stumbled, finding herself looking at her bare forearm--slick with water and blood and pieces of broken ceramic.

...her jacket. where was her--?

she could see a vague black shape hanging from the door, which she figured was hers. she didn't really...

she couldn't really bring herself to care about that right now. everything hurt too much. she can feel that it goes further up, and she could feel a bit on her right arm, too...

blood dribbles down from her head and drips from her chin. "...mmf." she pulls her arm out of celeste's hands, drawing a muddled protest until she starts pulling her shirt over her head.

celeste sucks in a breath. juno feels blithely around her arm, cursing as the pain twists with her touch. "...shower." is what she says after a moment. "...okay, but-" celeste jumps up as juno attempts to lift herself from the stool she'd gotten her onto, doing her best to pick her up and gently guide her towards the tub.

she'd need...they'd need to properly disinfect them, and wrap her up. but she needed to wash the blood off, first. this wasn't the most efficient way, but...well, the bleeding wasn't that bad, honestly, but her head--

"you--" celeste is talking, and her entire brain takes a moment to shift focus as she flops down into the tub. "do you...do you remember what happened?" juno is quiet for a moment. brief flashes of the last 6 hours appear in her head. her screaming. blood in her mouth. everything hurts. potting soil.

she shakes her head, before getting to work on her bra. "you fell, from--" suddenly there's two warm hands doing the motion for her, and she jumps, but feels it come loose. "from way too fucking high, and you, you--" there are two hands unbuckling her pants, sliding them down, and she shudders for a second at the touch on her thigh. "--you hit your head on the side of the balcony going down, and then into the bushes, and you--" the water is cold again, and she's lying back against porcelain, feeling water spilling straight from the tap against her skin.

"you wouldn't--i-" she chokes out a sob, and juno finally realizes she's crying. there are hands rubbing against her shoulders, pulling larger pieces from her arms, washing the lacerations--really, not too deep. she got lucky.

and she clearly landed on her left shoulder, given the amount there vs her right. "i just--i couldn't--!" she feels her own hand pressing against celeste's before she realizes it, staring deeply into her eyes. "...i know."

she tenses up, shaking her head. "...alright, i need to--i'm doing your head next." she could still see tears falling from her chin, but didn't have the energy to press further. she let herself be pulled down, finally realizing for the first time since she'd gotten in the tub that she was fully naked, and celeste was right here.

...well, she's no field medic, and the injury wasn't inflicted from the war, but given the circumstances, there was nothing to be ashamed of...

the water washing over her face was a soothing feeling, and she moved a hand to where she felt the wound, sucking in a breath as she touched it--only to feel a firm grip pushing her hands away.

"i can do this mys-" "shut up."

...that was sharper than she'd expected. her hands hung in the air for a moment, stunned, before she dropped them to her side.

her hands were always so delicate. that was one of the first things she'd noticed about celeste. it was something that immediately tipped her off that she wasn't native to this place, to this kind of crowd. there was something so gentle about the way she touched her--it made her feel like she had to be gentle back. like she was afraid to break her.

like she was made of porcelain.

she couldn't keep from looking in her eyes. those dark, tense, knowing eyes. that cutting stare from across the room, hot brown gaze, piercing straight through your skin. normally so active, animated, intense...

it seemed so dull in this room, in this light. she blinked slowly, tired, wandering.

she ran her fingers along her brow, down her nose, across her lips, to her chin. down along her neck. that mole on the side...along her clavicle...stopping just short of her breasts.

the cuts weren't that deep. the impact was so much worse.

celeste did her best not to focus on the scars below it.

"...you need to dry off before we can wrap these up." juno sighed. "and disinfect." "...and disinfect."

"пизде́ц."

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anyway SKETCHES OF THESE

i’ll make more (probably)

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screenshot redraw

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the way i didn’t even ship them and now they r slowly infesting my brain

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oh god wicked comes out today am i gonna revert back to my musical theater roots. im not ready to go back.

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just watched arcane s2 act 2

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look at these figurines I made when I was like 13 lmao

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Thinking about ocs again. Thinking about SILENCE

At the end of the day, Juno, Celeste, and Nick all end up in the places they do because of decisions they make. Because of the people they are. Because of what's most important to them. Their inability to compromise.

Juno can't let the past go, and in pursuit of redemption, is perfectly content killing herself. Everything she suffers through is the consequence of her inability to leave well enough alone. Her ending depends on which desire she prioritizes more: revenge, or love.

Celeste can't let Juno go, and will follow her through hell, and stay there with her if she can't leave. It doesn't matter to her that this isn't her fight. She can't let Juno do it alone. Everything she suffers through is a consequence of her own decision to follow her, to try and be useful to her. To give her all that she has, and try her absolute hardest to pull her out from the depths. But she's not strong enough to pull her out alone. Juno has to pull with her own strength, too. She'll never let go, though. So Juno is faced with the decision to bring her down with her, or pull herself up.

On the surface, Nick believes that he's abandoned all of what made him who he was, in pursuit of who he wants to be. He claims that he doesn't care much about redemption; he just wants to live the rest of his life in peace. But he still ended up here. He still surrounded himself with people like her. You don't end up here by accident, and despite what he claims, he can't help himself. He's a thrillseeker, he likes this kind of action, he can't deny it. But more than anything, he's seeking exactly what Juno is: redemption. He maintained the ability to escape at any moment, to leave them to their fate and go on with his life. It's true, he can leave. But despite himself, he doesn't want to. Whether it's the nobler or the more selfish intention driving him, it doesn't matter. He's stuck in here with the two of them, and one way or another, when he leaves, it's with the two of them.

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anyone else hear that ominous bell tolli- (gets shot)

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just watched "i saw the tv glow" and im now filled with immense feelings of dread

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pricefield fans how r we holding up after DE?

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HAPPY 11TH OF OCTOBER 🦋

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happy "October 11th? Is this Friday? Thats only four days away!" to anyone who celebrates

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so i have no self control and impulsively bought solitaire after watching heartstopper s3. i was excited to start it so i did as soon as i got my hands on it. as stated before, i have no self control so i read the whole thing in one day.

anyway here are the blorbos

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notice how this blog just became LiSbrainrot? yeah lets not talk about that

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instead of forcing myself to draw them as accurate as possible to their in-game models i decided to just. draw them.

who would have thought that id have more fun this way