Jordi went through abject fucking trauma during the events of Stultifera Navis, then he lands a job at Rhodes Island and we immediately say “Oh yeah he’s a Top Operator, give him the most elite duties you can find” and he’s literally just a guy with an umbrella he found by the side of the street during said traumatic events, what’s up with that, why are we doing this to him, can’t we get him like actual gear at least.
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Happy Sunday
Happy Sunday lovelies,
At the top I wanted to draw Riano, Jordi and Mendes in two different hairstyles and give y’all a feel of the hairstyle that may appear in my upcoming Au, when I saw Mendes hair I though he seemed cool and added a bit to it including a piercing, so which one character or which hairstyle is y’all fav?
And ofc I can’t forget my boo Max Powers, in Manhua art style, he’s majestic in any style but I kind of played around with the eye color and dare I say I love it, and plus who doesn’t like a bulked man 👀
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da scene from sicko shock 2, which you can listen to here!
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someone tell his teammates to be normal about him
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One of the funniest moments in Stultifera Navis. Thiago straight up accused Elysium of trying to seduce his son to take him away
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you didnt steal my man oh no
you just stole my problem
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Remember how Aiden just threw Jordi 😭😭
IDK I LOVE THE BOTH OF THEM AND THEIR DYNAMIC AND THEY'RE MARRIED BC IM UBISOFT
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(What if the miracle was even getting) one moment with you?
An I-really-hope-it's-not-spec fic based on the 5.17 promo, and me not getting enough sleep today. As always, I'm leaving the first bit here to tease y'all, but it's being carefully cropped and before we get to that, I need to leave content warnings for cancer, child death and grief/mourning. This is not the lighthearted fare I usually write, so proceed with caution and no hard feelings if this one isn't for you. I have more fluff on deck, I promise.
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They’re the same pants as she wears every day. Today, they feel different. She tries not to think about it as she fumbles with the clasp and slides her belt through the loops. Distantly, a dry-cleaning bag crinkles and Tim presses a clean shirt into her hands. She slides it over her shoulders. It hangs open while she musters the courage to do up the buttons.
His own shirt already buttoned, duty belt on and shoulder strap wrapped across his torso, Tim steps forward and reaches for her lapels.
“May I?” he asks quietly, the first words either of them have spoken since they woke up this morning.
They both know what today is.
Lucy nods, and one by one, Tim slides the buttons through their holes. He picks up both ties, wrapping one around his neck and draping the other over his shoulder so his hands will be free. He hides his unsteady hands behind a crisp Windsor knot then carefully passes the loop over Lucy’s head. Her pulse pounds against his fingers when he slips two of them against the front of her throat to make sure the knot isn’t too tight.
She manages to fasten her own duty belt. Handcuffs, sidearm, flashlight, baton, each of the tactical items slide into place. She won’t need them today, but they’re part of the uniform.
Read the rest on ao3 here!
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“Jordi, don’t talk to that weird foreigner, ok?”
Jordi: “Oh hey, you’re still here, mister Elysium.”
Elysium: “Omgggg hiiiiiii ^_^ hiiiii hey hiiiii!” *locks Jordi down a route of loss, trauma, misery, and duress through this exact interaction*
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