#in pursuit

[the-starling-files]

A Royal Problem

(Closed RP thread for @queen-of-prophecy)

Detective Starling gripped the wheel of her department cruiser tightly, her knuckles pale as she sped through the chaotic streets of Pride. The siren wailed, cutting through the air thick with dust and smoke, but it barely registered over the sounds of devastation.

The roads were cracked and uneven, the aftermath of the supercell storm and the violent quake that followed. Massive fissures scarred the asphalt, some deep enough to reveal glowing rivers of molten rock far below. She swerved around fallen debris—chunks of stone, glass, and twisted metal—that littered the streets like the remnants of a battlefield.

Buildings leaned precariously, their foundations fractured, and others had collapsed entirely.

The ruins of a once-bustling apartment complex loomed to her left, its upper floors pancaked onto the lower levels. Screams and cries for help echoed from within. She spotted a few demons desperately clawing at the rubble, trying to dig out loved ones or neighbors.

"Dammit."

Juniper muttered under her breath, her heart clenching.

She forced herself to keep driving, eyes darting between the devastation and the road ahead. Every turn revealed more destruction. A diner she frequented on late-night shifts was now a pile of rubble, its neon sign flickering weakly beneath fallen beams. Smoke rose from a distant fire, and a frantic imp woman was running down the street, clutching a crying child to her chest.

The quake hadn’t discriminated—Sinners and Hellborns alike were caught in the chaos. Families sat huddled on the sidewalks, their homes reduced to ruins behind them. Some were bloody and bruised, others just stunned, staring blankly at the destruction.

Juniper hit the brakes as a massive crack in the road appeared ahead, forcing her to skid to a stop. She leaned out the window, scanning the path. Across the fissure, a group of imps were waving frantically, trying to flag her down.

"Hang on! Rescue is coming!"

She shouted, reversing to find another route. She hated herself for not stopping to help more, but her gut told her Witchholm’s disappearance was the key to all of this. If she didn’t figure it out fast, there’d be no one left to save.

She turned sharply down an alley, narrowly avoiding a toppled streetlight. Her cruiser’s tires crunched over shards of broken glass as she emerged back onto the main road. A fallen billboard dangled above her, its wires sparking ominously.

Juniper’s sharp eyes caught the faces of those she passed—fear, anger, despair, and a haunting sense of helplessness. She swallowed hard, steeling herself. This wasn’t just another disaster in Hell.

This was different.

Bigger.

And if Witchholm’s vanishing was responsible, then whatever came next could be worse.

Slamming her foot on the gas, she raced toward the precinct, the weight of the devastation pressing heavily on her chest. There were too many unanswered questions, too many lives on the line.

But Juniper Starling wasn’t about to let Pride fall without a fight.

[munnui]

In Pursuit 읽고 급땡겨서 그린 드러스트 제이나...

Drust Jaina. I wanted to draw her after reading fic 'In Pursuit' on ao3

that's a really recommended piece

+(Added September 5, 2024)

I didn't know the fic author had a Tumblr account 😭😭

@qwrite <- Thank you so much for the great work <3<3<3 I'm having fun reading it

[qwrite]

Sketch book page, a moment in the character arc of Sylvanas in my fic “In Pursuit”.

“What would you give for your victory?”

“Anything mine to give.”

[tenth-sentence]

He almost reached her as – her enemies defeated – she stood alone for a moment.

"DragonLance Chronicles: Dragons of Spring Dawning" - Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Up and up into the hills they climbed, the draconians in pursuit of the group, who now appeared to them to be spies.

"DragonLance Chronicles: Dragons of Spring Dawning" - Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman

[grainelevator]

Faraway views (right lens of my binoculars)

[pangur-and-grim]

I’m happy that Belphie and Grim are friends, but I have……mixed feelings, about how he’s begun modelling his behaviour off her. she is SUCH a cranky grandma, and now I have my tiny kitten whining and grumbling over everything just like she does

[spookygibberish]

Silly design exercise in which I customize the homunculi and throw them into blenders

[captainhancock727]

SUERRE - In pursuit

[cy-lindric]

An angel. Alchemy treaty Aurora Consurgens, 1420-1450

[clouvu]

yknow what. *undooms your yuri again*

[ruoyeming]

Zombie apocalypse AU hualian designs for my fanfic that I WILL finish.. for real guys...

[haliaiii]

The modern prometheus

[tenth-sentence]

Now Berem became aware of the guards coming after them.

"DragonLance Chronicles: Dragons of Spring Dawning" - Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman