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cloverlambs · 3 months

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Animal Jam Items for Art Commissions (Open)

Okay I've decided I wanna do them because the siren call of funny pixel items has been too great for me. I'm really only looking for items that I desperately want, but I will be willing to see other offers if you want a piece but don't have an item I want! I am offering reference sheets, fullbodies, headshots, and busts. Something important to note before you read the rest of this: I do not do refunds after the lineart has been finished. I will show you the sketch before I line and you can tell me corrections or additions you would like to make before I line. If you decide not to continue with the commission then that's okay, but you are NOT allowed to use the sketch I provided for ANYTHING because I do not do work for free! After the sketch is finalized and I am going to proceed with the lineart and coloring, I expect to get the items of our exchange. If you feel anxious doing the full exchange then we can do half. After the piece is done you can give me the rest. I don't intend on scamming anyone of course, but there are losers out there that have scammed so I understand the anxiety. You can ask for updates at any time and I intend to show you updates throughout the process! :) Anyway! Comm info under the cut

There will be 3 types of commissions. -My normal commissions (Procreate drawing). I feel most confident doing these because my hand can be a bit unsteady and stabilization helps me quite a bit. -AJPW masterpiece -AJ Classic masterpiece I can do reference sheets, fullbodies, headshots, or busts. I can draw pretty much any species of animal, some mech things, humans, and light gore (scratches, blood, yknow). I will not draw NSFW on in-game pieces. I can do nudity for a ref if you'd like. I will not draw headfeathers or headdresses on any animals. Please give me a different head item to draw because I do not feel comfortable drawing these. Reference sheets will only be available as my regular commission type. They're too large and complex for in game masterpieces. I can only do fullbodies, busts, and headshots for in-game masterpieces. I can draw ferals in game but I don't feel confident doing anthros in game due to the size of the canvas (especially if you want a fullbody). If you really want an anthro in a masterpiece then we can talk about it.

Pricing/what to expect: When I list items that I would want, then it's that item or the other items listed. For example, I would do a reference sheet for ONE alpha sword OR shark tail OR etc etc. The list isn't I want *all* of the items. I will also take equivalent value for the items listed.

Reference sheets come with 1 fullbody, 1 chibi with an outfit, and 1 headshot. If your character has a special back marking or item etc that you want to add then we can discuss whether that will be extra or not (if it's pretty simple idm). They will have a flat color or free use photo for the background and the character won't be shaded. Items I would accept for a ref: 1 alpha sword, 1 pair of snow leopard slippers, 1 shark tail, up to 9 black longs, 2 phantom beanies, or a mixture of party hats (rare original versions only). Equivalent to any of these items. Fullbodies, busts, and headshots will be flat colored only unless you would like shading, which would be a few den betas (up to 3). If you don't specify that you'd like shading then I won't shade them. The background will be a flat color, a free use photo, or a pride flag if you'd like.

For fullbodies I'm looking for: Beta elf armor tail (pref 1x white or 1x pink. Green or tan + small add like a few dbs). Lower grade party hats such as the orange, yellow, or green. 1x phantom beanie. Equivalent to any of these items. For busts and headshots: Probably just a mix of short collars and long wrists or den betas. I can also do multiple (up to 3) headshots for a more valuable item like beta tail armor (along with other things) or phantom beanie etc. It's been kind of hard to price my art in terms of animal jam items, but if you'd like to talk to me more about it or make an offer then my DMs are OPEN and you can also reply to this post! I'm also on toyhou.se with the user kibblecore! Related to my "will not draw" earlier, I do not accept headdresses or headfeathers for my art. I feel uncomfortable having those items and will just trade them away. Here are some examples of my art :)

The one that is just a sketch is an idea of what you will get if you get a ref comm. This oc is Laby and I haven't finalized their design yet which is why it's unfinished lol. I just made it as an example.

The rest of these photos are examples of my art. Some have shading and some do not. The image if the fox with the party hat is from AJ classic. I know the refs have quite boring colors for the backgrounds but that color can always be changed of course! Grey is just my default :) Also I can use a font to add your character's information instead of just my hand writing lol I suppose that's all! If you have any questions/are unclear on anything then please DM me or ask!!! :D

#animal jam #jamblr #art commissions #furry commissions #animal jam classic #animal jam play wild #ajpw #ajc #furry #furry art #digital art #commissions open #open commissions #commission info

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veveisveryuncool · 1 year

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Do you take commissions? And if so what are your prices like? I love how you draw Kirby art so much and I’d love to commission you when I’m able to if you do. Thank you for all your wonderful art!

AGJSNCBSKKEN FIRST OF ALL 😭😭 TYSM FOR THE SUPPORT THAT MEANS SO MUCH THAT YOU THINK OF MY ART SO HIGHLY 🙏🙏

commissions! haven't done those since my discord server days, but i believe i did mention in one of my older posts that i would be interested in opening them back up soon!

as i don't have a ko-fi or paypal or anything of the sort for now, my usual payment for commissions would be in DeviantArt points (this is how i used to do them, and this is how i'll do em now 😎)

while this is all very tentative and i have yet to make a proper comm sheet, here are my basic prices for anyone who wants to commission me now!

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my link

if you don't have any idea how to transfer the points, i recommend making a burner account on DA and importing the points from paypal or any other source, then transferring them over to me :]

basic DA point conversion rate: 90pts = $1

headshot/bust: 300 pts

halfbody: 500 pts

fullbody: 800 pts

kirby OC: 500 pts

+background: 300 pts

+full rendering (the cooler shading): 400 pts per character

DON'TS:

- proshipping..pls no

- very complex backgrounds/characters (ask if unsure!)

- nsfw and heavy gore

-um. that's it. i will literally do anything else.

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thanks again for taking interest in commissions! i'm sure when i do officially open comms (maybe in summer?), i'll have this a lot more figured out haha

#am i lowballing? eh probably but in 8th grade i used to take shaded fullbodies for 150 points. that is less than two bucks.#so id say im making at least some better profit #again! this is all tentative! i have no clue what im doing!#but this is for those who want the ultra coolest quality art and not a simple doodle like in my requests #dm if interested :]] tbh im not expecting many people to bite but for the two (2) ppl who are interested here are my prices :D #ask #commission prices #veves ultra cool art #kirby series

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bellasdragons · 11 months

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*flops back and forth on floor*

I wanna work on accents and other art stuff but don't have my tablet until tomorrowwwwww

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*tilts head slightly to look at you*

anyone have any suggestions about what to draw when I'm able to do so?

like, what sort of accents would y'all be interested in? gonna attempt a rockbreaker entry if I can come up with a good idea (read: that I can draw and make look nice) but otherwise open to ideas.

also considering opening sketchy headshot comms bc I wanna draw dragons but not MY dragons y'know?

#I am at my dad's rn and didn't bring my tablet bc it was gonna be a short stay>go back for a week or so>come down to visit again and petsit #but logistically it didn't work out so my mom is gonna meet us half way for a resupply mission #it is a LOT easier to do a day trip to meet in the middle and that way everyone can also do other things and not be on the road all day #I am very grateful for multiple reasons #but it does nothing about my itchy brain right now #so I am taking suggestions for what people might be interested in <3 #not really fr #catfeather.txt

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trickstarbrave · 9 months

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I know you're not open for commissions, but any idea when you might be?

Not atm

To be honest when I was open for commissions it really stressed me out. Art was no longer fun or a source of stress relief I could express myself with, but instead something to make money. If I wasn’t getting comms I felt bad. If I was getting comms I felt bad because I was constantly fretting if I was doing a good job or not capturing what someone wanted. And then if I wanted to draw a picture for myself I felt immense guilt over not working on comms first and quickly got very burnt out. I’m sure there is a work-life balance I could try and make but bc of it I also haven’t been eager to get back into commissions and try it out while the rest of my life is already very stressful 😬

Also if I did open then I’d make them really expensive. Like some of my pictures take hours and hours to render and I feel I’ve built up a lot of skill so I wouldn’t wanna charge like. Federal minimum wage. Sketches would prob be 45-60 depending on complexity. Flats colored sketches around 90. Basic shading for like a headshot around 200. Complex dramatic lighting or very detailed pieces like this?

It’s prob gonna run anywhere from 500-800 depending on size and complexity.

And I understand these prices are way out of most people’s budgets. Very few people wanna cough up 60 bucks for a sketch or are ready to drop hundreds of dollars on a colored illustration. It just takes me so damn long on top of having another full time job that if you asked me to do it for money this is what I’d have to charge. Several days of skilled work would have to be equivalent to several days of work at my full time job.

But I also know opening commissions with these prices will likely scare people away from my art entirely or inevitability trigger people complaining to me about how my art is too expensive and not worth the price and “I can get this for cheaper elsewhere/use an AI” while calling me a dirty rich capitalist and I don’t wanna deal with that either tbh

So I dunno when I’ll actually endure all of these to open commissions for people. I could honestly use the money but it’s stressful essentially picking up a second job. Especially one like commissions. Even if I really needed the money I doubt I’d get many commissions at prices that are even worth drawing for so <:v I suppose it’s anyone’s guess.

Tl;dr: I’m very easily stressed by commissions and I’d charge an arm and a leg for them. I know not everyone would be able to afford it and I don’t wanna deal with the hassle atm of justifying it or searching for commissioners so I just don’t offer them rn nor do I know when I will. Maybe in the future but only time will tell honestly

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skykristal · 2 years

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Maybe I'm overthinking this but at times anywhere on the internet I decided to share my ocs, barely anyone really interacts with my content compared to when I post art I did for others (e.g. Comms, gifts) , meaning it's other people's characters. It was fine at first, I mainly draw for myself after all but I noticed how it's not improving a single bit over years. Which makes me wonder if my content is simply uninteresting.

Repetitive furry headshots get me a lot of traction, the thing is that's not what I want to be known for, which is why I stopped including these artwork in a lot of places I'm on. (Other than FA because that's were my clients are so I of course post results).

See, a lot of attention gives me anxiety. I don't want to be popular with my content. I simply want to feel connected and I want to have a few people liking my work. Which doesn't seem to work at all. And something that I simply lost completely.

Repeatedly trying to built a following is just exhausting. It doesn't matter how hard you try to connect to others/other artists. Nothing works out for me. I just end up sitting alone in the corner again. Part of the problem might also be that I become very socially awkward. I for example don't like chatting. A few years back I had absolutely no issues building a following but I also just drew animals, something I don't really have interest in that much today. With the current art I create I feel like I'm simply invisible. Not only that but I also get zero commissions in that field too. My art is not bad, I'm proud of it, which is something I can't say about pretty much anything else I do in my life.

Big reason why I feel this way about people avoiding my own original content is the none exciting support in shares. What I mean with this is , I get a few likes, maybe a comment if I'm extremely lucky but reshares, no matter the platform aren't there. I got boosted by a big account on a different platform a few days a go which made me extremely happy but literally nobody shared. As if my art is embarrassing and nobody wants it on their own feed as a sharing post.

I enjoy drawing my own characters for yknow myself. And I don't think this will ever stop. It's just an extra nice warm feeling when I did something I'm extremely happy with and it would get loved by maybe 20 people or so. But it's simply not there which is often a big down-putter (if this word exists LOL)

#vent post

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mishhe-kht · 6 years

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i think meel has became my signature dp, now upgraded in spring 2019

#miqote #final fantasy xiv #e'myle attyewn #MY SON #would anyone like to have comms of headshots like these #im like... thinking about it... hmmmmmm...#also happy fanfes! i hope everyone's having a good time!

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rebeccccccaaa · 4 years

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ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ

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ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) Hi 🤗 would you do a bday imagine for me? I adore your writing so much! A Bucky one where it’s your anniversary but you get called on a mission and it goes slightly wrong as you see a little bomb thrown in bucks direction. You push him aside and take the full impact of the explosion. You barely survive with serious injuries and you end up being revived and later in a coma and Bucky is always by your side. One day you finally wake up again and Bucky takes care of you and it’s all cute?

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: soft fluffy smut because i can’t help myself lol (OMG IT’S NOT FLUFFY LMAOOOO) (i was finna do fluffy smut for their anniversary but it got filthy real quick ajhfbguhrtg, angst, scared bucky :(

cw: violence and graphic depictions of fighting and bombs and death *sad face*

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: I'm so sorry I couldn't get this to you sooner love i was having a really hard time with this concept and i just didn’t feel confident in what it was becoming but i really like what i came up with so I hope you had a beautiful birthday and enjoy bug!!

ps: we’re working on anti-valentine part 2 ;)

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“Y/n!”

Ringing echoed in your ear painfully.

“Please, don’t leave me. I need you,” you heard Bucky’s voice echo as well.

Smoke filled your lungs and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your leg burned but you can’t seem to figure out why it did.

“Y/n, keep your eyes open, come on, baby,” Bucky voice sounded warped and you tried your hardest to focus on his voice. Your eyes grew too heavy and soon you blacked out.

“Help!”

“Somebody!”

“She’s fallen into a come; it was all we could do.”

“I’m here, baby.”

“The other day, Steve and I went to the store and I found your favorite flowers. I just had to buy them of course; for you.”

“Peter asked about you today, I didn’t really know what to tell him so I told him about the story of when we first met.”

“Baby, please wake up; I need you, I miss you so fucking much.”

“Wake up.”

“WAKE UP!”

Bucky sat next to you by your bed as you laid still and unmoving just as you had been for the past three months. Bucky came everyday to the medical center and talked to you even though he knew you probably couldn’t hear him. He held your hand softly and suddenly the heartbeat monitor that you were hooked up to for the time being began beeping very quickly. Worried, Bucky called for Dr. Cho and Bruce to come to the medical center as soon as possible.

“What happened?” Bruce asked Buck.

“I don’t know, I was just sitting here and it started beeping really fast,” Bucky said, panicked.

“Ok can you step out please?” Bruce started to lead him out and others arrived at the medical center after hearing the commotion.

“No, I’m not leaving her,” Bucky fought.

“Bucky, please,” Bruce begged.

“No, no!” Bucky thrashed around as Steve grabbed him and pulled him out.

Hours later felt like an eternity as Bucky waited outside your door. He waited for any news but he was clueless. Nat, Sam, Steve, and Tony waited with him also clueless about the status of your condition. Wanda and Vision had returned from a mission aware of the news and rushed to meet the rest of the team at the medical center.

“Is she awake?” Wanda asked breathlessly.

“We don’t know,” Nat answered.

“Vis?” Wanda turned to him.

“I’m afraid I’m in a bit of a state of panic, I don’t think I can get an evaluation right now,” he said sadly.

“Don’t stress, you two. Go get some rest. We’ll let you know what happens,” Steve told them.

They waited all night and by morning they all rested on top of each other, heads on each other's shoulders still waiting for any type of news. When the door suddenly opened, everyone who was asleep instantly and simultaneously woke up anxious for what news they’d receive.

“Barnes,” Bruce said softly; Bucky expected the worst, tears brimming his eyes silently preparing himself for the end of his happiness.

“She asked for you,” he said and Bucky sobbed, thankful you were awake. He took a very deep breath and walked through the door alone.

When his eyes met yours he felt like he couldn't breathe anymore. You looked so beautiful and he couldn’t believe you were awake again. He waited so long to be able to hear your voice, hold you close, tell stories and laugh with you.

“Bucky,” you whispered.

He lunged at you and hugged you tightly and you hugged him back just as hard.

“You came back to me,” Bucky sobbed into your shoulder.

“Of course I did; I always come back to you,” your voice croaked.

“I missed you so much, baby,” he cupped your face.

“What happened?”

“You played hero, like you always do,” Bucky chuckled.

You were held up after being ambushed by too many Hydra agents. You had the material you needed and sent it over to Fury and Hill; now you just had to get the hell out of there but that was proving to be an entire challenge in itself.

Hydra had thrown smoke bombs at you two in hopes to distract and lose you but you proved to be stealthier and stronger taking out many agents already. Bucky was busy fighting an agent as were you and you took down your agent before he did.

You turned to him and to the very side of Bucky a man had detonated a bomb that wasn't a smoke bomb. You didn’t think much before you moved forward and covered the bomb with your body. Bucky snapped the neck of his enemy and grabbed you to pull you away from the bomb but it got stuck to leg and exploded.

Ringing echoed in your ear painfully.

Smoke filled your lungs and you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

Bucky grabbed you and knew it was best to not move you considering the state you were in; he couldn’t risk a single thing. More hydra agents flooded in and Bucky grabbed the gun you held and fired perfect headshots to each agent killing every single one easily.

He held you close and tried to connect to someone but the bomb interfered with both your comms. He yelled and screamed and cried keeping you in his arms looking for anyone who could be a friend nearby.

Your eyes fluttered and he kept telling you to stay awake, to keep talking, to stay alive. He couldn’t lose you.

“Hey, you can’t leave me; today’s our anniversary, remember? Four years today. The best four years of my life baby. I can’t lose you,” he cried.

Your body felt limp in his arms and he cried even more. The quinjet came up and medics came and took you away from him. He yelled and shouted and protested but ultimately broke down from feeling helpless.

Hours later they came and told Bucky that they put in a medically induced coma; it was all your body was willing to negotiate.

“She’s fallen into a come; it was all we could do.”

Bucky stayed by side all night and everyday until today. Your body reacted to the memories and everything Bucky had told while you were asleep. You fought and man did you fight hard. You needed to wake up and you did just that; reunited with the love of life 3 months later.

“God, I love you so much,” Bucky kissed you.

“I love you too.”

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“Bucky have you seen my black shirt? The one with the laces in the back?” you shouted.

“Did you check the clothes on the hangers?”

“Found it!”

Bucky straightened his shirt with a chuckle as he looked at himself in the mirror. Since the two of you originally missed your anniversary date because you almost got yourself killed. Tony gifted you two a reservation for dinner to celebrate.

Bucky turned around and found staring back at him wearing your black top \you found; you had a small smile on your face.

“You look so beautiful darling,” he whispered holding your hips gently.

“You look very handsome, my love,” you kissed him faintly.

“You ready?” you nodded.

Dinner sucked.

The food was alright, not incredible like you guys had been expecting but that wasn’t even the worst of it. The waiter that was attending to you was constantly flirting with you and Bucky wasn’t having it. When he requested a new one, the waitress that came suddenly lost the top buttons of her shirt and flirted with Bucky.

So you two left.

When you got back to your shared room, Bucky pressed you hard against the door as soon as it closed. His lips kissing you hard and his hand already untying the strings that laced your top. Your hands gripped his shirt and soon entangled themselves in his hair.

“Fucking asshole,” Bucky grunted.

“You think you had a bad time? The bitch suddenly had her tits out when she started waiting us,” you groaned, making Bucky laugh.

“Yeah that wasn't a great experience. I’m sorry, baby.”

“Don’t be; all I need is you and already have that,” you whispered against his lips.

“I fucking adore you,” he said, picking you up and tossing you in the bed.

You sat up and pulled Bucky close to you as you seductively unbuttoned his shirt. Bucky bit his lip as he stared at you and you suddenly felt very small.

“No, don't get all shy on me. Keep going darling,” he encouraged.

You moved your hands down and unbuckled his belt pulling his pants and boxers down his thick thighs you loved so much. You kissed his chest and let your hands roamed across his stomach and waist pulling him close.

He pushed you down on the bed and kissed you breasts, tracing his tongue down the center of your chest to your stomach. He slowly curled his fingers over the hem of your pants and underwear and pulled down your legs as you did to him.

He kissed up your legs before reaching over to the bedside table and pulled a condom from inside the drawer. He pulled it down over his length and pumped a few times before settling perfectly between your hips.

Your legs wrapped around his own hips, excitedly anticipating what's to come. Bucky cupped your face gently, slowly sliding into you with ease. Since you left the stupid resteraunt, you knew Bucky was pissed off and Bucky was pissed you got absolutely railed into oblivion. You were just waiting, arousal dripping from you, for him to snap.

He gave little time to adjust to enormous size; you were already a jittery and whimpering mess underneath him. Your chest heaved up and down and Bucky sat up on his knees pulling you with him. You held his shoulders tightly and continued to move up and down, riding Bucky.

“You look so beautiful, baby. Fuck, I love you so much,” Bucky wrapped his hand around your throat, sqyeezing ever so gently, and pulled you against his lips. With his other hand he held both of your hands behind your back tightly; your chest flushed against his. He could feel your hardened nipples pressing into his skin.

“Bucky,” you moaned.

“Feel good? My cock feel good fucking you deep inside?” he grabbed one of your hands and placed it on your lower stomach; you could feel him poking your hand slightly with each vigorous thrust.

“Oh fuck, baby,” you moaned looking down in between your bodies. The obscene sounds of him moving rapidly in and out of you echoed in the large bedroom. The sight was just as filthy but you were basking in every second of it.

Bucky flipped your body over and pulled your hips up harshly immediately slamming back into you. Your back arch and Bucky’s hands rubbed deliciously up and down your spine. He lifted his hand briefly and striked down smack your ass hard. Your head threw back quickly and you moaned loudly at the tingling sensation left imprinted on you.

Bucky hips snapped into yours repeatedly, seemingly to be chasing his orgasm. Wanting to meet him, you snaked your hand down your front and circled your clit tightening the coil in your stomach. You heard Bucky grunts get louder as did your moans until finally you felt Bucky hips come to a sudden stop.

Your body shook violently as you came hard; your head fell into the pillows and you let out a pornographic moan; high-pitched and shaky. You felt Bucky’s lips moving up your spine softly and your body trembled under them. His hands caress your sides as he gently pulled out.

“You did so well for me, my love. You were perfect,” he whispered. You simply breathed heavily trying to steady your heart rate. You could feel Bucky moving behind you and quickly returned to clean your body up and his too.

“Baby?” he whispered when he was finished cleaning.

“Hm?” you hummed.

“Are you ok?”

“Yes, that was incredible,” you smiled lazily.

“You are so perfect to me. So good to me,” he cuddled you; you squirmed and bit your lip smiling at him of which he returned.

“I love you so much,” he said.

“I love you too, Bucky.”

“Well, uh happy late anniversary, doll,” he said, making you laugh.

“Happy late anniversary.”

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dappercapricorn · 3 years

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Open Commissions

Hello there, the name’s Ezra and I’m a neurodivergent, queer trans male who left his job back in April and I haven’t had any luck in finding a new one. I’m going to be literally out of money as soon as I pay the net bill in a few days and I’m getting desperate. I’m not expecting this to be a solid replacement, but I need SOMETHING to help hold me over. Anywho, on to the details.

I’ve never done this before and don’t have much to offer or enough to make a proper comm guide chart yet. Either way, I’m willing do to some basic art commissions for anyone willing to help out. My style is super simple still and will most likely be flat colors. I will attach a couple examples to the post.

I can offer tarot readings as well if you’re into that sort of thing. These will be text readings with the image of the spread / card.

Prices

$15 - Basic Headshots and icon / pfp type of images

$25 - Busts / waist up images and stuff that’s a bit more involved. Any pet / animal related work I would most likely consider at this level.

$4 - Any basic 1-5 card tarot reading.

$10 - Any card amount over 5 / more complicated spreads

Things I’m comfortable / will do

OCs

Icons / pfps

Pets

Maybe even items for your ttrpg campaigns if they’re not too complicated

Things I won’t do or am not confident with

Sexual content

Super complicated outfits / items

Robotics

TERMS: You can use them anywhere, I just ask that you please credit me.

PAYMENT: I currently can only accept Cashapp and Paypal

If you want to give me a chance / donate a little and receive something in return, then please inbox me. Tell me what you’d like and provide any references if possible. If I feel like it’s way too out of my skill level, I might decline.

Art examples under the cut.

#open commissions #art commissions #tarot commissions

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thearcanatweets · 4 years

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i understand this is a long post, but please give it a read and reblog it! it would be greatly appreciated.

i understand times are tough for everybody right now, but i have commissions open right now for anybody that can afford them!

i, unfortunately, am going to be out of a job until the end of april at least, and i already haven’t worked since march 14. as of today, someone else in my family has had their job suspended till mid may, meaning only my mom is now working but even her hours have been cut. we are also not sure if she will be forced to stay home or not since she has to take medication that supresses her immune system.

all of my art comm info is on kalihiro.carrd.co , but because of the current situation, i’m cutting all prices! new prices are as follows

headshot: $10

bust: $20

waist up: $35

icons: $5

any additional characters: $3

i will draw ocs, real people, video game characters, anime characters, etc! as long as i am comfortable with the source material, i will pretty much draw just about whoever!

and yes, i am also willing to do anthro art if anyone would want it. i don’t typically do it and my anthro style is very inspired by beastars, but if that’s something you’d be interested in, the prices for those would be the same as above.

want a cute short story about your mc and your arcana love interest? i got you covered, i also do writing comms! the info for these is also on kalihiro.carrd.co , but the prices are the same

$1 for every 100 words

$10 for every 1k words

for writing, i am a bit limited in things i feel confident writing. i tend to write just for promare, mystic messenger, fire emblem three houses, final fantasy xv, nier: automata, and bungou stray dogs. however, i have a very wide range of interests and if you would like me to write for something, just let me know and i will tell you if i am familiar enough with the source material to do it justice for you!

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please read my carrd for all of the info regarding turn around time. i am going to be on my spring break next week, so if anybody wants to order a comm this week, i will try my best to get everything done while i am off.

on my carrd i also list where i accept payment and go over things i am comfortable writing/drawing and things i am not. because i am pretty desperate for any extra cash right now, i am willing to branch out a bit! just ask me, and i will let you know.

#not tweets #any and all help is appreciated

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starrynite7114 · 4 years

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drabble 3.5

A/N: SOOOO. I ended up making another version of one of the prompts. I promise I’m working on the other ones as well, I just couldn’t get this out of my head. Enjoy version 3.5 of the most recent drabble I posted. <3

43. “What the fuck were you thinking?” And 57. “You look so fucking hot when your mad”

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You sighed, looking at your watch for the umpteenth time. Angel was going to be furious. You had told Angel that you were getting out of work at seven and would be home by nine. Well, it was nine now and you knew Angel was worried sick. You didn’t have your personal cell phone with you, but you did have your work phone, which you didn’t give to Angel for numerous reasons. The last thing you needed was to be distracted during a mission though, worrying about Angel’s mood was really not helping matters.

Looking into the scope, you watched as your commanding officer, Cole, the same one that dealt with those white supremacist in Santo Padre, was making his exchange with some douchebag drug lord. It was the heroin that Cole had bought off from Angel. It was conflicting of interest, you knew that, but you connected them together since Angel was in a tough spot.

You met Angel through Coco, who was a war buddy of yours, serving in Iraq together. After being discharged, you had reconnected with Coco and met Angel then. You two had been dating for two years and have known one another for six. It took you some time to warm up to the idea of dating Angel, especially since you were gone often due to mercenary work you do with Cole. But, he broke you down and you two were now living together. He didn’t even know what you did for a living till recently when the ‘let’s put everything on the table’ talk occurred. It definitely felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders, but at the same time, Angel fretted over you constantly. It was endearing, but it could get to be much at times, like he couldn’t trust you to save your own fucking life.

“Bullet, watch the surroundings, I don’t have a good feeling about this.” You heard your teammate, Ross advised. This made you groan since Ross always had such a good inkling for situations going south.

“Movement on the northwestern corner,” you warned. “I see 5 bodies.”

“6,” you heard.

You paused. That wasn’t through your comms. You felt the gun then, pressing against your skull. Looking up, you found a man, dressed in all black with his face covered.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you murmured. Letting go of your gun, you slowly made your way to a standing position, not trying to alert the man that currently held a gun to your head.

“Americans, can’t trust them.” He spat out.

“Yeah well, can’t say I blame us since you have a gun to my head.” You retorted.

“You’re beautiful for a sicario, I can put that smart mouth to good use.” You couldn’t see his face, but you know this bastard was smiling.

You giggled then. “You think so?” Hearing the gunshots outside and your team shouting out directions through the comms, you knew you had to dispose of this guy quickly. “I’m sure I can put that mouth to good use as well.”

Pushing the gun away, you punched the guy causing him to let go of his gun. Before he could even scramble to retrieve his weapon, you took out a knife you had hidden in your boots, climbing on his back. Without a moment's hesitation, you stabbed the guy right in his neck, assuring that he would no longer trouble you. Getting a few more stabs in for good measure, you took your knife out of his neck, wiping it with the man's mask which you had removed. Placing it back in your boots, you made your way back to your position and took out both men that were standing by Cole, holding a gun to his head. He flashed you a thumbs up before surveying the area that you knew had your other two teammates.

They were thankfully okay.

Quickly you packed your gun up and made your way down the building. As you were exiting, you felt the wind knocked out of you, causing you to fall back, dropping your weapon. Looking up, you see three men, one with a baseball bat and the other two with knives. You were almost certain you broke a rib as it was painful every breath you took.

“You okay Bullet?” You heard Cole ask.

“Negative,” you replied. “But I will be soon.”

The man yielding the bat hit your stomach once more, causing you to groan and roll away from them. They made their way towards you, menace in their eyes. You slightly chuckled, taking out the gun you had on your back.

“Knives and bats don’t beat bullets.” Quickly, you shot the three men, headshots for a quick kill. They fell to the ground as quickly as they came.

“I think it’s ridiculous how accurate you are when it comes to shooting people.” Cole said from the doorway with his gun drawn in case he had to take anyone out.

“Yes well, they don’t call me Bullet for nothing,” you wanted to laugh, but it hurt too much. “May have broken a rib or two.” Cold helped you up.

“Reyes’ not going to be happy.”

And you knew Cole was right, your boyfriend was definitely not going to be happy.

You groaned as Carla bandaged up your middle. One of the beautiful things about being a mercenary was having the right connections. You had your xray done at one of the urgent care’s that Cole helped out on the outskirts of Banning, CA. Nothing too concerning. Just a few broken ribs, but otherwise, you were good as new. Your phone was constantly vibrating, but you didn’t want to answer it. You should have, just to ease his worries, but you couldn’t exactly reach for it since it would be far too painful.

“You have to answer him some time.” Cole commented as he watched Carla finish bandaging you up.

“Thanks Carla, you’re the best.”

“Yeah, yeah, you both are a pain in my ass.” You knew she was kidding, but there was still some seriousness in her tone. She handed you some pain pills. “This will help take the pain away.”

“If we’re honest, Cole is the pain since he’s the one who gets us all in trouble.”

“You’re such a bitch,” he shook his head, a smile on his lips.

Your phone vibrated again, this time, Cole answered it, earning a death glare from you. He smirked and you took the phone from him.

“Hey baby,” you greeted.

“Where the fuck are you?” Angel angrily questioned.

“Banning, I had to get bandaged up. Before you say anything, I know I said I was going to be home at 9, I didn’t think this recon was going to take this long.” You wanted to plead your case before he even started. Angel could be unreasonable when it came to you.

“You could have texted me on your work phone Y/N, I’ve been worried sick.” Angel paused. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

“To be fair I was thinking about you the whole time, especially how sorry I am that I didn’t let you know we were going to take long.”

“Wait a minute, bandaged up? What happened to you?” You noticed that his tone changed from angry to worry, it was like 100 to 0, stepping on the brakes to avoid an accident type of change.

“I got hit with a bat, broke a few ribs, nothing too crazy.”

“You’re fucking insane, you’re driving me fucking insane. I’m coming to get you.” You heard him rummaging around, most likely for his keys.

“No, it’s fine, Cole is going to drop me off. Just wait for me at home.”

“You’re going to give me a fucking heart attack. I’ll see you later.”

Angel hung up then. You sighed, shaking your head. There wasn’t even an ‘I love you’. “It’s going to be a long night.” You laughed, but quickly stopped as the pain was sharp. “This next few weeks are going to suck.”

“Well, you’ll have time to recover, can’t have you in the field in this state.” Cole helped you down from the examination bed.

“Cole, I literally shoot people from building tops, I think I’ll be fine.” You argued. You didn’t like not doing anything. Though, you could go to your other job, which was a front for this, but at the same time, you would miss the action far too much.

“Don’t be stubborn,” Cole scolded. “This is for your own good. Besides, Reyes is not going to let you out of his sight.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” You sighed, not looking forward to the argument between you two. “Mind if I stay at your place tonight?”

“Nice try kid, come on, I got to drop you off at Santo Padre still.”

Cole drove you home, though, everything was a blur to you since the pain killers were definitely kicking in. Your door opened and you knew immediately it was Angel just by his scent alone. No painkiller was going to mask that. You heard him exchange a few words with Cole, nothing hostile, but you weren’t exactly sure what they were saying. Angel carried you to your shared apartment and laid you in bed.

“Baby,” you called out to him.

“We’ll talk tomorrow, just get some rest.” He kissed your forehead.

Sleep enveloped you rather quickly. When you opened your eyes next, the sun was out and the pain was back.

“Ow,” you groaned, carefully turning to see if it would help your pain. It provided some relief, but not much.

“That’s what you get for not answering your fucking phone.”

You looked up and found Angel sitting against the headboard, dark circles under his eyes. “You didn’t sleep.” You frowned.

“How can I? I was worried sick something was going to happen to you if I even closed my eyes.” Angel rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the tiredness. Since you were up, he felt more at ease.

“I’m good.” You stubbornly replied even though your left side was aching, the pain becoming sharp when you moved too quickly.

“Are you?” Angel scoffed. “Because your face says otherwise.”

Looking up at him, Angel was wearing a black tank top. His arms were crossed over his chest, accentuating his muscles. “You look so fucking hot when your mad.”

“Don’t try and be cute,” Angel’s lips quirked up.

“Nothing I say is going to make it better, I’m sorry.” You sat on his lap, straddling him. “I love you,” you placed kisses all over his face.

Angel softly grabbed your thighs, letting you place kisses all over him. As angry as he was, he knew you were hurting and being angry wouldn’t do much for you.

“I love you too querida, but can you try to not give me a heart attack? I really don’t like you’re fucking job, but I can live with it since it’s what you love to do.”

“I don’t love killing people,” you sighed. “It’s just what I’m good at.”

“You’re also good at charming people.”

“Only works on you, so doesn't count.”

Angel laughed. “I hate it when you get hurt.”

“So you know how I feel when you go on runs.” You pointed out, wrapping your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Baby, this shit isn’t the same. I go on runs not thinking I’m gonna fucking die. You literally go there knowing there’s a possibility you’re not coming out alive.” He was running his fingers up and down your spine, the motion was incredibly soothing. “You’re the love of my life, I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.”

Your eyes began to feel heavy due to Angel’s ministrations, but you tried to keep them open. Feelings were never you and Angel’s forte, but you two were always able to share things with one another to some extent. You two didn’t believe in sugar coating anything.

“You’re the love of my life too, I would probably lose my mind if I lost you.” You pulled away looking him in the eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you or text you. I promise next time I will.”

“Simple as that.”

Angel was thankful for your presence in his life. You two didn’t always get along, but that’s what relationships were all about, up and downs.

But through it all, Angel loves you and you love him.

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The Mandalorians - Season 2 Chapter 1

If you have not read my Season 1 of my Mandalorian fanfic I would highly recommend that first, would love to hear feedback! I do not own these characters, just having fun!

Season 1 Chapter 1 https://entering-mymind.tumblr.com/post/190778426753/the-mandalorians

Osa’s “Date of Existence” should have been special, celebrated until the night’s end, but instead other matters had to be addressed and questions would be finally answered.

Din entered the coordinates into the Crest while Osa navigated the route making sure their jump to lightspeed would have no interferences, plus she was always on the look out for any possible tails.

Osa gave the clear as the Crest made the jump heading to the planet Din believed he would never return to, let alone bring Osa back to; Tolarian.

Their journey didn’t take long and as they came out of hyperspace right directly in front of them was a large, grey planet that seemed dormant and vacant of all life. There was no operator coming over the Crest’s comms in order to guide them to a hanger. Actually there was no spaceport to harbor arriving ships because the planet had been owned by the Empire who kept the planet off astrological charts. Only certain scum and villainy knew about the planet and what it was truly meant for, Tolarian was used for something more as Din found that out years ago.

He let the Crest hover for a moment glaring back at Osa waiting for her approval. With a nervous breath Osa nodded her head giving her father the go ahead. Causally Din flew the ship to the approximate coordinates he could remember Anara giving him fifteen years prior, but the journey wasn’t smooth like before.

The atmosphere had gotten thicker, creating no clear visual with their decent while the ship’s consoles (which would guide them) began malfunctioning.

“My screen went black Papi,” Osa informed in a panic.

Din hoped he could somehow reboot the Crests system, but nothing seemed to be working because of so much interference, “Hold on, we’re flying in blind.”

Din kept his hands firmly on the wheel focusing with all his might when the child started making gibberish noises trying to get anyone’s attention. Osa realized her father needed full concentration so she picked the little one up when the two telepathically connected.

Instantly Osa understood what the child was trying to say, since he couldn’t convey words himself, as she became his voice. Like a shock to her system Osa could see what he saw and immediately yelled at her father, “Pull up, now!”

Never doubting her judgment Din complied and diverted from colliding into a mountain.

“Fly straight,” Osa instructed as the thick smog wasn’t clearing up the further they descended, “Veer to the left and make a hard dive downwards,” it was as if Osa could see where the Crest was heading, she just had to guide her father, “There,” she pointed when a dismal city was finally in view.

Memories from the past crept their way forward within Din’s mind but nothing appeared the same. Din put the Crest down just on the outskirts of what was left of the city. Buildings had been demolished, there was no sign of any life forms while an eerie sound of stillness filtered through the air.

Din attempted to get the controls working again but something was preventing the function. Giving up he powered down the Crest and instructed Osa to gear up. The three made their way to the lower deck where Din checked his weapons because a Mandalorian always anticipated a battle, when Osa strapped the child onto her back in the new harness she constructed.

Satisfied with all the artillery he was packing, Din lowered the platform but his daughter wasn’t by his side. He glared back seeing the stunned little girl he thought he helped break through. Without thought Din ran to her hoping she wasn’t about to have an episode but she was more frozen by terror.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Osa honestly said.

“You don’t have to, I can go and find out what I can,” he encouraged.

“I’m not living up to the Mandalorian title very well,” she said lowering her head.

“Osa, everyone embodies the role in their own way, there is no set path because you mold it on how it fits you,” Din declared, “Fear only exists if we allow it, but you have every right to be frightened. I tried to take those nightmares away, envelop you with compassion, but I can only do so much Osa, it is up to you to conquer those fears,” Din placed his hands on her shoulders when she peered up and the two glared at one another through their visors.

“Thank you Papi, you are my strength,” Osa said in honesty.

“And you are my everything, Mi Pequeno,” he replied grazing the side of her helmet with his thumb, “Ready to tackle this together?” Din held out his hand and without hesitation Osa took it.

“With you, we can achieve anything,” when the three made their way out of the Crest to uncover more then what they bargained for.

* * *

The air felt thick, while the grey fog kept visibility hindered. Din and Osa stayed close attempting to use their heat sensor setting within their helmet to help lead the way, but everything had gone cold on the planet.

“Where do we even start?” Osa questioned.

“At the building where you were given to me,” Din informed trying to remember his exact route from before but nothing was the same, “Can you sense anything?” Din looked to Osa for guidance.

“I’m trying not to,” she honestly said.

“Fair enough,” he ventured deep into his subconscious trying to resurface any familiar surroundings.

Din decided to head inwards hoping for anything to jump out at him when something finally did. The insignia of the Rebels was painted on a crumbled wall, if the Rebels were here then they would have focused on taking down the laboratory Osa had been kept in.

In hope Din followed the debris and low and behold he was back in the same alley he had waited down fifteen years ago, but it was more of an open walkway now due to the surrounding buildings being destroyed.

“Stay close,” Din said out of habit.

“Wasn’t planning on venturing off,” Osa stated with a shaky voice.

The hole Anara blew open seemed to have been repaired because new destruction carved itself into the bricks. They walked through the newly developed entrance and carefully walked over uneven terrain due to debris covering the actual surface.

Upon entry the room was dark, only the dim natural lighting filtered through the cracks of the structure, painting unique streaks on the cold surfaces. Din and Osa ventured further when suddenly Din heard a soft whimper come from his daughter. He turned and saw her hunched over, hands on her knees, concentrating not to give in. The child cooed in sorrow like it was experiencing his own nightmares.

“Hey,” Din rushed to them, “Look at me, hear me Mi Pequeno,” he hoped he was reaching her while he stroked the child’s quivering ear.

“I’m okay Papi, we’re okay, it’s just the way the energy given off from this place, how I can see past events play out in this very room,” she tried to explain.

“You don’t have to put yourself through this, you have nothing to prove,” Din reassured her, “I took you away before.”

“No, there are answers here,” Osa glared past her father and pointed, “There.”

They walked over to a circular console with a hologram viewer directly in the center so any viewer could have a gander.

“Let’s hope this still functions,” Din said noticing the partial destruction to the unit.

He began flicking and pushing buttons, performing the standard protocol with any computer unit, the tricky part would be how to navigate the system and hope it wasn’t encrypted or erased, but to his surprise there appeared to be no tampering with. It seemed everyone associated with this building just abandoned it when the Rebels arrived.

Unsure on where to start Din began opening any file and following the bread crumbs of clues, in the mits of his search he opened a folder when several images of all different species of children came up on the screen, but over the image (typed in bold red letters) was one word: Failed. A sudden wave of emotion inflicted Osa knowing these children’s outcomes.

“Why? Why did they have to die and I didn’t?” Osa questioned.

“Don’t do this, you are entitled to your life, you cannot have survivors guilt. I could be doing the exact same by the loss of members from our covert, instead we must honor the fallen, live on so then they live on as well. These children’s stories will be eternal because of your survival because of his survival,” Din pointed to the child, “You have every right to be alive Osa.”

All she could do was nod her head in agreement while staying quiet, memorizing her fellow captives faces. Quickly Din began searching in other files when he stumbled upon one titled “Priority” but had only vague information. A headshot came up of a green creature while a list displayed itself of speculated facts accompanied by video clips of the individual in action.

“Papi that looks like,” Osa started.

“I know,” Din replied looking at the child.

“But older, who is this Yoda?” Osa questioned when she began reading, out loud, the file’s contents, “Name: Yoda, could be a first or last name. Gender: Male. Status: Jedi Master. Is Jedi another term for the ancient sorcerers the older Mandalorians compared me to?” Osa asked her father.

“I assume so,” Din replied remembering the Armorer using this terminology.

“Species: Unknown. Ya da ya da ya da, ugh this information is useless,” Osa was becoming frustrated believing all of her answers would be awaiting her in a nice package, “Why is there hardly anything on this Yoda?” Osa clicked on some of the footage showcasing the Jedi Master’s skills with a lightsaber when the child became excited.

“Do you think the little one recognizes him?” Din questioned.

“No, he thinks that’s him on the screen, wait,” Osa pondered, “Could it be?”

“What?”

“This footage was taken during the Clone Wars, could he be Yoda?” Osa pointed to the child who seemed to be mesmerized by the green figure who looked just like him but older.

“How?” Din asked hoping his daughter would indulge him.

“Wasn’t that the whole reason of the Clone Wars, was for cloning, what if he is a clone of Yoda? We have been to all areas of the galaxy and this is the second time in my life where I have seen his kind. What if his species was going extinct, why lose that kind of power?”

“Or someone else wanted that power,” Din began searching through other files when one called “Yaddle” surfaced but there was nothing in the file except for the word “Deceased.” Din continued on when he came across one about life expectancy, “It seems this little one can live for a very long time, about 800 years give or take,” Din read, “And has the highest midichlorian count among any Jedi, but most important can live on through the Force.”

“The Force? What’s that?”

“I can only assume it is a reference for your abilities,” Din speculated when he clicked on another file showcasing a dozen children with Osa in the mix.

“Hey that’s me, where are you?” she asked.

“In a file called Midichlorian Infusion,” Din clicked on Osa’s image when her file appeared.

“Name: Test Subject 25. Parents: Donors – Anara Xcee (part Changeling) partnered with Silent D (warrior),” Osa stopped reading due to a small chuckle she heard escape from her father, “What’s so funny, that you were put down as a warrior?” Osa laughed to herself.

“No, the silent D, Anara always goofed with me when we were teenagers about my last name. She said ‘what is the purpose of the D being there if it isn’t going to get pronounced in Djarin?’ Hence forth she would call me silent D,” Din reminisced.

“Oh you crazy teenagers,” Osa loved making her father squeamish and he only displayed it when talking about her mother.

Din quickly went back to over looking his daughter’s file when nothing appeared to be helping.

“Inquisitorius Program, what do you think that meant?” Osa pointed out on her file for future occupation, but Din kept quiet only hearing rumors about a select group who were governed to Lord Vader, “We’re getting no where,” Osa complained when Din looked closer.

“Not entirely,” he hovered over Subject 25 infused by Test subject “Y.” Hesitant Din clicked and was brought to several videos and a very small file about the child. Osa’s focus was so intent she didn’t even see her father delete the footage.

“Hey, what are you doing there could be valuable information,” Osa shrieked hungry for any intel.

“No there wouldn’t be, those videos only showcase torture, something I can’t bare to witness because I saw the repercussions,” Din referred to the terrifying night Osa fell ill and if not for Wildaldro’s father Din would have lost Osa.

“Papi,” her voice almost broke when she placed her helmet on his pauldron.

“Alright let’s see what the Empire has on this little guy,” Din stated when Osa straightened and the child’s ears pricked up.

“Do you hear that clinging?” Osa asked half turning around when suddenly a wire lassoed around her body, constraining her and the child, and then finally whipping them backwards.

An escaped scream exited Osa’s mouth as she fought to get free while being dragged across the floor like an untamed beast. Din immediately pulled out his Vibroblade and ran after the two but got slowed down by blaster fire. His beskar armor held up with each blow, but Din was propelled backwards inching him farther and farther away from his children.

Trying to take matters into her own hands, Osa attempted to use her abilities and propel anything loose towards the perpetrator, but the assailant was one step ahead and sent a huge electro shock down the wire and into her and the child’s bodies. Immediate pain surged through their frames instantly knocking them unconscious.

Now that the captives became dead weight this gave Din an opportunity to make his move. Din wished he had his jetpack on so he could reach them easier when instead he ran full force towards the enemy who (to his surprise) was another Mandalorian, but one he was not familiar with nor whom was apart of his clan. Mandalorian or not Din would protect his kin with his life and leapt into battle.

The two were well matched as Din could tell his foe had been in plenty of fights before due to the wear on the green and white armor. Din would add more scraps to the enemies Beskar but had, somehow, become bested.

The assailant threw, what appeared to be an orb filled with a liquid, when Din dodged the item but it bounced off the ground, ricocheted and magnetized itself to Din’s thigh guard. Instantly the orb erupted releasing a deadly toxin when the acid ate straight through Din’s Beskar.

In fear of losing his leg, Din drastically attempted to unclasp his thigh guard but the straps had become soldered together, practically sealing his fate. Din could smell and feel the acid eat its way towards his skin as there was only one venom he knew of that could penetrate Beskar and it came from the Sarlacc, but the erosion would take days where this was happening in seconds.

Somehow this Mandalorian collected Sarlacc venom and advanced it. Din had to think quickly in order to save his appendage and his abducted children when suddenly a female Mandalorian, in blue and white armor, entered the scuffle. She hovered in midair by jetpack while sending blaster fire towards the rouge Mandalorian.

In haste he threw another Sarlacc bomb her way, but she seemed to be prepared and released a hand full of powder dissolving the hazards orb. Hearing Din’s flustered cries, she landed by Din and threw a hand full of the powder on his leg to seize the acids chemical reaction. She pulled out a small laser and burned through the singed straps releasing Din.

Once he had become freed, Din immediately detached the Beskar but upon removal ripped a huge hole in his pants exposing redden skin. Luckily he only suffered minor burns instead of losing his leg.

“Damn, he got away,” the woman exclaimed in anger, running towards the entrance Din and Osa used earlier, pointing her blaster ready to end the rouge Mandalorian’s life.

Without thought Din went to Osa and the child identifying their status of injury, “Mi Pequeno can you hear me?” Din cut through the wire, releasing them from the bond.

No immediate response, he lowered his helmet hearing his daughter’s breath while he rubbed his hand gently over the child’s head. In unison Din received a groggy groan from the both of them. A sigh of relief washed over him knowing they were alive.

“Who are you, friend or foe, who was the other Mandalorian, and why have I never seen either of you before?” Din questioned almost in anger.

“I could ask you the same questions except I am aware of who the imposter is. No one steals Mandalorian armor and wears it without being sworn in to a Creed,” she spat, “And which clan have you sworn your allegiance to?”

“Which clan? There is only one, Clan Saxon,” Din informed.

“So the rumors are true, huh and he still believes he is the leader of the Mandalorians,” she said with acid on her tongue.

“If you’re talking about Tiber Saxon his leadership was short lived. The clan was inherited by his kin,” Din stated.

“I presume Starling Saxon took control?”

“She did, but in the efforts of keeping us safe and hidden she lost her life as did so many others,” Din lowered his head out of respect.

“And now?”

“Hard to tell, the leadership was between Ivee Saxon and Paz Vizla, but since she donned the role of Armorer Ivee out ranked Paz.”

“I have searched across the entire galaxy hoping to find any remaining Mandalorians but none were ever found until now, until a bounty was placed on both your helmets,” she pulled her blaster.

“Hey we’re not the enemy,” Din spoke with his hands up in defense.

“No, then why did the Creed vanish? Mandalorians aren’t frightened children who hide from the enemy, we are fighters until our end,” she spoke in pride.

“Starling wanted the Creed to live on so we took to the sewers on Nevarro where she only allowed two above at a time. We would live in secrecy so our numbers could grow once again instead of being hunted down and being eradicated, but even she couldn’t prevent that,” Din said saddened remembering the pile of armor back at the covert.

“How many are even left?” her voice almost sounded shaky.

“Hard to tell, we have become scattered again.”

“And is this the reason why you both are out here, trying to escape from the bounty placed on both of your helmets?” she questioned.

“No, a scuffle broke out between the Guild and I, resulting in the bounty but has now been resolved,” Din informed.

“It’s not the Guild who placed the bounty, a new order issued it, someone under the command of Moff Gideon,” she corrected.

“So is this your true intentions on why you helped us, in order to obtain us and collect your reward?” Din slowly reached for his blaster ready to battle again.

“If I was looking for a quick score I wouldn’t turn in someone from my own Creed.”

“But you were willing to end that other Mandalorians life?”

“Do not declare him as a Mandalorian, Boba Fett brings dishonor to our heritage, he is not apart of the Creed and shall not wear our armor. One way or another I will end him.”

“Then what do you want with us?”

“It is time for the Mandalorians to come out of hiding, you will help me find my people as we will unite once again,” she commanded.

“Who are you?”

Din was shocked and surprised by the woman removing her helmet as she revealed soft angular features, yellow greenish eyes, and red hair, “My name is Bo Katan, rightful ruler of Mandalore.”

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dimensionomicron · 4 years

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Kestrel’s First Game

Almost 1.5k words.

This a short story about my oc Kestrel’s first apex game. I first wrote this in March (which feels like a year ago now) but now in Quarantine I need something to keep me sane so I revisited the concept!

This will probably get no likes/reblogs but if you see this I hope you have a wonderful day :)

For context : This is the first game of Season 4.

The first official game is always the toughest. The Apex Arena is composed of some of the most dangerous individuals in the Outlands. Somehow, with much work and effort, Magnolia found herself in the lion’s den. Masquerading as a lion herself, though deep down she knew she was as tame as a house cat.

Out of all the places she would’ve seen herself going, she’d never thought she’d end up here. Surrounded by legends. I’m just an engineer. Here, no one knows who she is. To the other competitors, she is just a rookie with a mask. That was both a relief and hollowing to know.

The combatants play to win. They fought to the death yet death is scarcely permanent in the Arena. Legends bring in the money, no legends no money.

Some do it for fame, glory, or to protect those they love.

Why am I here? Magnolia thought to herself as she boarded the dropship.

No matter how she prepared for the fierce dance with death ahead, she did not expect to see her. Among the mysterious and well-known legends, stood a fiery-haired pirate wannabe. She wore a laser cutlass on her belt and a purple overcoat. She talked to a tall woman who dressed in a uniform. Clearly an experienced soldier.

Should I talk to her?

Saiya’s voice rang in her head. “Stay anonymous. No one needs to know your identity. It can cause complications. “

Magnolia ended up turning to the games after being blacklisted by Hammond Robotics.

She ultimately decided to keep to herself.

“Approaching drop zone.” Teams appeared on the large clips of the drop ship. On the screen flashed images of ‘Kestrel’, ‘Bangalore’, and ‘Bloodhound.’ Kestrel hesitantly stepped onto the platform with the two legends. “Guess I’ll show you the ropes, stick with me rookie.” “Thank you.” Kestrel glanced at Bloodhound who gave her a nod. They dropped in an unmarked part of the map. Each of them searched their own building.

Kestrel found a peacekeeper and sentinel. She had a hard time using snipers, but she spent loads of time practicing. Maybe it’d finally pay off. “Kestrel, enemies move on your position.” Bloodhound’s thick accent rang through the comms. “Thanks for the heads up.” She readied her peacekeeper. A lanky man with a green trail dashed up the stairs, seemingly unaware of her. She fired one shot, he returned fire with an R-99, the pellets skimming her armor. She felt the adrenaline pump through her veins.

Once the fire stopped, she leapt down the stairs and fired a final shot. “One down,” She said over the comms.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Bloodhound down another assailant. One who seemed familiar. ‘Wraith’ I always thought she’d be taller. Wraith’s pale eyes met the cold steel of Kestrel’s gaze. She seemed scared. Her haunting gaze made Kestrel shiver. Not that anyone would notice.

“Enemies moving on your position. Retreat.” Kestrel held Wraith’s gaze a moment longer. Bloodhound put their gloved hand on Kestrel’s shoulder. “Come on, felagi.” She nodded, and they moved into the ring, dodging the squad that attempted to third party.

As they moved into the ring, Kestrel decided to make small talk. “I wish I got a chance to see World’s Edge before Hammond Robotics got their hands on it.” “It was disheartening to see the destruction of such wondrous fauna.” Bloodhound pet their bird. “Artur misses it as well.” “That’s a lovely raven.” Artur cawed at her. “He likes you.” She smiled, although it did not show. Bangalore chuckled slightly. “It’s refreshing having an FNG who doesn’t try to do the whole tough act.” “I must agree. Pretending has not gotten anyone far.”

Kestrel nodded. “I could never do the whole macho, lone wolf act. I’m a softy at heart.” They continued along to the Harvester. “I’m going to scout up there.” Kestrel pinged the area where she was going to scout. She activated the flight setting on her suit.

The top of the Harvester was covered in deathboxes. No sign of recent activity. She then heard footsteps. She shot a figure that instantly disappeared. “What th-” Someone knocked her onto the ground.

As she reached for her peacekeeper, she heard a grisly chuckle.”Beg for your life. It's good for both of us.” The assailant shot her arm. She cried out in pain. She finally met eyes with him. Fight or flight. She could do neither.

The taste of iron filled her mouth.

His yellow eyes were cold and empty.

He smelt of blood and metal.

She watched in horror as one of his robotic hands transformed into a blade.

A cold sensation entered her chest as she was lifted from the ground.

A shot rang in her ears as she fell back down onto the cold floor of the Harvester.

Her breathing was heavy, but she was alive. She could feel the adrenaline wearing off. As she felt someone stab a syringe into her chest, she opened her eyes. Bangalore, a welcome sight. “I’m relieved to see you,” Kestrel’s voice was hoarse.

Bangalore handed her a medkit. “Thank you.” “Don’t mention it.” Kestrel’s face heated up. I’m glad I’m wearing a helmet.

Kestrel glanced down at the deathbox of the monstrous being that almost killed her. “What was that thing?” Bangalore shrugged. “Let’s go.”

That murder robot has bad news written all over him.

The last few rings would be closing in on the Sorting Factory. “Be ready for a fight.” Bloodhound scanned the area. “We probably shouldn’t engage”

Over ten people were fighting in the area. Constant gunshots could be heard. "I am Blothhundr!" The masked hunter ran into the main building.Bangalore watched the hunter frustratedly.

“Sniper up top, think you can handle em?” “Yeah, I got this!”

Part of Kestrel was eager to prove herself to the soldier and hunter. She activated Flight on her suit. “Taking to the skies.” She leapt up onto the roof of the building, sentinel in hand. One-shot hit the combatant she downed earlier in the game. No sight of his teammates though. She glided down to a position where she could look at the battle happening below.

An energy pylon was set down below. Energy pylons disable grenades. Beside the pylon was a combatant, they wore blue and orange. They were trying to heal their health. Headshot. “No!” A familiar voice yelled. Kestrel quickly shot a blue robot. She could hear footsteps approaching her position.

Kestrel attempted to pull out her peacekeeper. It was knocked out of her hand, a sharp pang entered her stomach. Crying out in pain, she made eye contact with the person who stabbed her. Wraith. “Looking for me? Here I am.” Wraith smirked. Then kicked her. Causing her to fall to the ground. “We all have our reasons... don't take this personally” “Hard not to.” Kestrel said between gritted teeth.

Bangalore and Bloodhound rushed up the stairs, They followed the trails of death boxes to the sight of their squadmate being tossed into the void. Bangalore hip fired her G7-scout. Bloodhound joined in the spray of fire. Bangalore then tackled Wraith, took her gun, and fired a final shot. “2-1” Bloodhound looked at Kestrel’s deathbox. “I am unable to take our teammate’s banner.” “That’s odd.” Bangalore glanced at her maps. “No respawn beacons in the ring.”

The duo made mincemeat of the final squad. Champions of the Arena. The two stood proudly on the pedestal. “I wonder what happened to her.” All the legends who competed in the game waited on the drop ship.

Bangalore approached Wraith. “Where’s the rookie?” “She’ll be here.”Temporary exposure wasn’t dangerous but people sent to the void often return cold and empty. Fortunately, Lifeline found medicine to aid those sent to the void, but they needed the victim there to administer it.

Bangalore was slightly worried. Most FNGs pass out from getting downed. Getting sent to the void? Most would leave and never come back.

The void was not a pleasant place to be.

Kestrel looked around. She felt the pain of the stab wound as her whole body shivered. “Where am I?” “The void.” “Saiya?”

After a few minutes, Kestrel exited a portal in the middle of the drop ship. A cloaked figure stood behind Kestrel as she fell onto the floor of the drop ship. She still had her wounds from the game and was shivering badly. “Medic!” Lifeline gave Kestrel a shot. “This should make it betta.” The pink-haired woman then took out a drum-shaped drone and it began to restore Kestrel’s tissues and blood. “Thanks.” Her voice was hoarse. The whole scene was quite an ordeal.

“Well, we’re heading back to Solace, winners get free drinks at my bar.” Mirage, a curly-haired man with holo tech, piped up. Trying to improve the general mood. Most of the legends cheered at the suggestion. “Sure, I could use a drink,” Kestrel said, already seeming better.

“So are you planning on sticking around?” Asked Bangalore. “Of course, I didn’t make it this far to give up now.”

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So, this post never really left my mind, and then this happened. I’ve never written anything for AH before, but hey, here we are. I hammered this out late last night to the sounds of MST3K and my husband snoring. Enjoy and feel free to let me know if you do. (Please forgive my terrible title. I know.)

FAHC, canon-typical violence, mentions of blood loss and bullet wounds, a smidge of Ryan/Jeremy at the end, and more plot than I planned on, but that’s my brand, tbh. SFW Word count: 2481 Or read here on AO3.

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“Look, it’s going to shit in here, but don’t come back. Do you hear me? I’ve got it handled.” Ryan curses as his comm bursts to life with the voices of his team immediately making plans to return to the factory crawling with goons who work for the guy they just robbed. He takes cover behind some shipping crates on the south side of the building and tries to ignore the blood soaking into his shirt from the bullet holes in his shoulder and abdomen.

The gut shot didn’t seem to be that bad, surprisingly. It was still oozing blood, but not alarmingly. His shoulder, however, was a different story. People liked to think that getting hit in the shoulder would hurt but not kill, but that wasn’t exactly true. Lots of blood vessels running from the arms and neck to the chest meet in and around the shoulder area, and unlucky for him, one of the bullets must have nicked one of his. Or two. Or more, really. It’s hard to tell now that his vision is going hazy.

Footsteps near him zap his waning focus back to life momentarily, only to see him level his gun between Lindsay’s eyes as she rounds the crate where he is, half-crouching and limping.

“It’s just me, jesus, Ryan,” she whispers, wincing a bit as she settles next to him. He relaxes, peeking around the other side of the crate and counting at least ten guys moving quickly and methodically around the other shipping crates in the warehouse. He closes his eyes for a few seconds, letting his head rest against the cold metal at his back and listening to the footsteps, quiet murmurs of their enemies as they call each area clear, and beyond that, the ocean outside lapping at the docks. Unexpected reinforcements had cut off the section of the building that he and Lindsay had been in, making escape impossible. He had told them so, but Lindsay had stayed quiet until this moment. Michael’s yells break through the din of voices in his ear, tinged with more fear than anger. Lindsay shushes him and tosses an, “I’m fine, Michael,” before reaching up and turning the volume down.

Eyes still closed, he breathes out, “There’s at least ten of them, probably more on the second floor.” When he opens his eyes and glances at Lindsay, she’s smirking, a dangerous glint in her gaze that showcases what caused Michael to fall in love with her.

“So, we stay under the catwalk to take these fuckers down. Michael and Jeremy blew out the dock on the southeast side, so they can’t get in from that way.” Ryan nods, taking a deep breath and trying to anchor his equilibrium as the room sways.

“Can’t flank us from there, then. I like it.” Once his vision clears, he looks at her leg, tries to discern what kind of injury lies beneath her blood-splattered jeans.

“It’s just a graze on my calf. Hurts like a bitch to walk, though. You?” She lightly pulls his jacket away from his abdomen and hisses at the sight of his saturated shirt. “Shit, no wonder you look so fucking pale.” She sucks on her bottom lip as she thinks, worried eyes scanning the floor in front of them but not seeing it. “New plan, you cover me from here, and I’ll run for one of the cars parked out the side door. We gotta get you out of here.”

“No, I’m fine. My gut has almost stopped bleeding already. We gotta move, though. They’ll be here soon.” The footsteps are echoing in the row behind them. Ryan wobbles to his feet, Lindsay’s free hand shooting out to steady him, but once he’s there, he takes some deep breaths and allows the adrenaline to do its job. He looks at Lindsay, and watches that dangerous excitement reignite behind her eyes. He nods and moves first, feet silent as they zigzag between the crates to the other side of the factory. His shoulder screams with every movement, but luckily it’s his left, leaving his dominant right free to shoot as usual.

Somehow Lindsay follows him just as silently and smoothly, her injured leg not seeming to hinder her beyond a slight limp. Once they reach the area under the catwalk, they part without a word, splitting to take cover behind separate crates to split the gunfire they’re about to draw in more than one direction. They both take a moment, Lindsay nodding to herself and Ryan huffing deep breaths, pushing the pain in his shoulder and abdomen down, down, down until he can think past it. It’s a useful trick, however short-lived it happens to be. Then, with a nod, they both lean out and choose a target, pulling their triggers almost simultaneously, Ryan’s a clean throat shot, through and through. Lindsay’s target’s head explodes and she lets out a ‘whoop’, high and clear and delighted. Both bodies fall, one choking and one already greeting the hereafter.

One long second stretches out with no new targets in their field of view, only yells and panicked coordination of the other goons. Then, three men run into view near the bodies of their coworkers, and Ryan takes two down quickly, the other turning toward Lindsay and catching two in the chest and a third in the face. He swallows down the ‘conserve your ammo,’ comment, knowing that in the middle of this firefight, Lindsay is intending to have as much fun as possible, and said comment would only garner a ‘shut the fuck up.’

Also, he tries not to be a hypocrite when he can help it. He’s got more blood on his hands than Lindsay will likely ever have, so, glass houses and rocks and all that.

“Hey, are you going to help me or stare into space some more?!” Lindsay yells, shooting twice and hitting only one target this time. Time seems to speed up for him, and suddenly there are about fifteen people bearing down on them, gaining ground and making it nearly impossible to peek out to aim. He wildfires around the corner with no indication that he hit anyone. Lindsay cries out, and he looks over, sees a line of blood bloom across her cheek. Another graze.

The split-second of fear that Lindsay had been taken down was all it took for a spike of adrenaline to clear his mind and help him focus. Lindsay’s face was thunderous, anger turning her into someone unrecognizable.

“Okay?” he calls out to her, not sure he’s ever seen her look like this. She swipes at the blood now running down her face and nods. Ryan tilts his head toward the other side of the crate, indicating that he’s going to attempt to move back and flank a few of them. Another nod and she turns, getting ready for the break in fire that Ryan will hopefully give her.

He turns and crouch-walks to the left, peeking around the corner of the crate and finding no one in his immediate sightline. He can see two people still watching the spot from where his previous gunfire had come, and he easily dispatches them, moving quickly to the next row back as bullets erupt toward him. He hears Lindsay returning fire followed by a couple thuds and then nothing as everyone reevaluates where to shift their focus. Ryan takes a couple potshots, not able to get a clear shot without fully exposing himself and hopes that Lindsay will be able to keep taking advantage of his distractions. There must be more than he thought, counting nine people down and still having more than a few goons to deal with.

“Lindsay, Ryan, if you can hear me, move toward the back of the building. We’re crashing the party in the front,” Geoff says. In the excitement, and possibly the blood loss, Ryan had tuned out the chatter in his ear of the rest of the crew. Apparently, they did not heed his warning, and he didn’t know which emotion he felt more--exasperation or appreciation.

“Copy. Lindsay, let’s go loud then.”

“Copy.” Her reply is equal parts anger and glee. His mouth twists into a smile as he mirrors her sentiments. Maybe his reputation was a bit exaggerated, but he didn’t earn it without reason.

One breath, in and out, two breaths, in and out, three breaths. The front of the factory, explodes inward, throwing debris and shrapnel all the way through the back windows and redirecting all of their enemies’ attentions to the front of the building. Those not taken down by the explosion, that is.

Ryan doesn’t hesitate, striding forward and shooting two men in the back of the head seconds apart. The guy closest to him turns and tries to level his gun, but Ryan kicks him in the side of the knee and he goes down, catching a bullet to the eye before he can even finish his pained shout. Two more shots, and he’s feeling more himself, enjoying the automatic feeling of move-shoot-breathe as bodies fall in his wake.

He catches a glimpse of Lindsay, barely even limping, a knife in one hand and her gun in the other as she effortlessly rips through a line of enemies in seconds. A headshot, a sliced carotid, an elbow to the face followed by a bullet. She’s screaming and laughing as she rampages through the remaining men, delighted by their downfalls.

He turns and dodges a fist, but his injuries make him stagger and he almost goes down, catching himself at the last minute and aiming up and tagging the guy in the chin. Blood and bits hit him in the face, and he forgets Lindsay again, moving through targets and cutting them down with precision and efficiency. It feels like it takes an hour but realistically is only a few minutes before the others reach them, having to wait for the fallout of the explosion to clear enough to safely enter the building. The explosion they used wasn’t a breaching charge but what seemed to be one of Michael’s ‘special’ creations.

Ryan dispatches one last target and turns in time to see Jeremy punch a guy in the jaw, dropping him and then double tapping him in the head. The silence catches him off-guard, and he looks back to Lindsay. She’s splattered with blood, much like him, but her grin is feral, chest heaving from exertion as she scans the area for more threats. Finding none, her eyes find first his, and then Michael’s, not dropping her defensive stance until Michael slowly walks toward her, hands out and palms up.

He can hear more of their crew moving through the upper level, clearing stragglers. By the time Michael has made it to Lindsay and has her wrapped in his arms, Gavin gives the all-clear through their comms. Relief floods his system, and he drops his gun, hand suddenly too weak to hold it. All of them turn to him, Jeremy moving toward him swiftly. Ryan’s left hand is very wet for some reason, and when he raises it, it’s covered in blood. Oh, right. His shoulder.

As if his brain was waiting for him to remember, he is suddenly overcome with weakness and the pain grows until it’s unbearable. The next thing he knows, he’s on the ground, and Jeremy is yelling in his face to “Stay awake, you dumb fuck! Look at me!” Ryan tries, but Jeremy is pressing on his shoulder, and it hurts like fire, and that makes it hard to do anything but press his eyes closed and remember how to breathe.

The next time he opens his eyes, he’s in a spare room at the penthouse. It’s dim, the blankets are warm, and the body next to him is even warmer. He’s been given painkillers, and if the soft, dancing glow of the lamp in the corner of the room is anything to go by, it’s the good ones. Even still, when he tries to move his left arm, dull pain lances through his shoulder and into his chest, and a small, hoarse noise escapes his mouth. Tensing up also shoots tendrils of pain through his abdomen and into his back, and this time, the noise he makes is louder and more pitiful, but all the medication keeps him from being ashamed.

“Ry?” Jeremy sits up with a start and hovers his hand over Ryan’s chest, not knowing where to touch. “What’s wrong?”

When he can attempt to speak, he tries to be funny and say “Just remembering all the places I got shot,” but all he can get out of his dry throat is a coarse grunt.

“Oh, hold on a sec,” Jeremy murmurs, softly like Ryan is a spooked horse, and grabs a bottle of water from the bedside table. He gets a few small sips down before having to take a break to catch his breath, but those sips feel like heaven on his sore, dry throat. He would like to reassure Jeremy, who is clearly shaken, but all he can do is breathe shallowly at the ceiling and try not to cough. He can’t imagine how much it would hurt to cough right now.

“Steffy had to put you on the ventilator to do your surgeries, and it took a few days to get you off of it. She said your throat would be sore for a while, and it might hurt to talk.” Ryan nods and continues to breathe as the discomfort in his lungs eases a bit and the urge to cough fades.

“How long,” he rasps out.

“A week yesterday. You’ve been waking a little the last couple days, but never for this long. You might remember this one.” Jeremy is drawing little circles on Ryan’s good arm with shaking fingertips. Ryan turns his head to look at him, takes in the bags under his eyes and the gauntness of his face.

This thing between them was still very new before this, but they had been close since Jeremy joined the crew all those years ago. Jeremy’s chaotic streak and Ryan’s violent tendencies matching perfectly. And then apparently, Ryan had tried to die, and now Jeremy was fixing him with a gaze so intense that it made his chest ache for a different reason.

They both know that this life doesn’t end in old age. One day it’ll end, hopefully in a blaze of glory and not a ditch, but it will end and likely be violent. They both know that. Ryan won’t lie to him and say that he’s not going anywhere, but as another wave of pain medication washes through his body from the IV pump next to the bed, the best he can do is take Jeremy’s hand with his good one and close his eyes.

“I’ll remember.”

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