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drawloverlala · 1 year

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Some Clip Studio Assets

Hello! I just published a brush for Clip Studio Paint, it’s a cyber effect brush!

https://assets.clip-studio.com/es-es/detail?id=1993559

And along with sharing it with you I also wanted to share some of the assets I've found on the assets store that I think you may like as well! ^_^

here I put them down the read more! (warning it may be a bit too long of a post!)

✒Inking and drawing brushes:

Smooth Ink

Smooth Inker

Voyageffen

Line brush

Ink pen textured

crack lines on surfaces

S Zara Pen

Nong Pen

Line Drawing pen

Rough pen

✏Writing Brushes:

Calligraphy pen set

Halloween themed pen

Neon Pen

Retro brush

🎨 Painting brushes:

Soft fluffy paint (One of my favorites!)

Thick brush set

🖼 Gradient maps:

petitchery set

Holo gradient set

Ommug gradiation map

Toffi's Gradient set

🎇Patterns:

Tone Brush set

Tone Brush set 2

Pretty stone floor pattern

Stone floor pattern

cute Halloween Pattern

Hexagonal pattern

Cute textures (they are patterns)

Sweater pattern brushes

Gun Club Check (plaid pattern)

Lemons pattern

patchwork patterns brush

Argyle pattern brush

Cat face pattern

Cloud and flower pattern

cute brushes and patterns (cactus, peach and clam)

cute simple patterns (warning: they have pretty bright colors, may cause eye strain)

80's patterns

strawberry pattern and brushes

flowery patterns

10 cute plaid patterns

Avocado pattern.

📜Textures:

Textured brush

Glitter star textures

Gold glitter set

Random Textures 1

Random Textures 2

Random Textures 3

Random Textures 4

3 Textures set

Atmosphere set brushes (rusty textures)

📚Background objects:

Wire fence

Books brush 1

Book brush 2

Book brush 3 (fancy)

Bottle brush

Piano brush

Magic Drug shelf set (has baskets, jars and bottles)

City

Window brush

🧁Food:

Cookie brushes

whipped cream brush

Sausages

Many sausages

Bread brush

strawberries and cream

berries brush

strawberries

fruit toppings

Avocado!

🌱🌼Flowers and plants:

Roses1

Roses 2

Tree leaves brush 1 (pretty good)

Peonies

Bougainvillea

Geranium

Easy bush set (this one is pretty good too!)

Palm tree leaves

Mimosa

Flower brush (for cute effects)

✨Effects:

Gaussian blur brush

White drops brush

Glitch effects

Prism brushes

Dual prism brushes

Shiny flowers and sparkles

Retro Filters

Tech brushes

Mini deco effects 1

Mini deco effects 2

👑Ornaments:

Ornament Brushes

Ornament Brushes 2

Oriental Emblem 1-10

Oriental Emblem 21-30

Oriental Emblem 31-40

43 types of decorations

27 Oriental patterns

Ornament material

X-mas brush set

Exotic fantasy decor.

👕Clothing:

Shoe laces set

Shoe laces 2

Sweater knit patterns

10 types of brushes of bows with frills

Patchwork stitches brush

socks/panty/stocking(?) brush

Tattered brush

💕Misc:

Feathers

wind effects

Hot mess confetti

Cute Confetti

Confetti

Halloween particles brush

Fishes

Twinkle brush

Cute pattern 10 pieces set 1

Cute pattern 10 pieces set 2

Cute pattern 10 pieces set 3

Cute pattern 10 pieces set 4

Cute pattern 10 pieces set 5

Star brushes

Halloween washi tape

Puppy stickers!!!

And those are most of the assets I've collected so far from Clip Studio's assets store!

I hope these may result useful to you!

#my ramblings #clip studio assets #resources #brushes #textures #patterns #clip studio paint

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tawaifeddiediaz · 2 years

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MS. MARVEL + title cards || 1x04 — Seeing Red

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[Image ID: 18 gifs of the title cards from Ms. Marvel, episode 4 “Seeing Red”, arranged with one long banner on the top and bottom each, and 8 images with two gifs each in the center, as a four by two grid.:

GIF 1: All the Ms. Marvel title cards flickering one after the other.

IMAGE 1: Gif 1 is of a ripped notebook style, with Ms Marvel written in Urdu above the central English text. Various images of Kamala are arranged around it, her eyes in heavier makeup than we usually see. Gif 2 is of a red circle with a large star in the center, against a slightly green background. Ms. Marvel is in the center.

IMAGE 2: Gif 1 is of Ms. Marvel written against multiple pictures of Pakistan as if out of a tourist guide, Pakistan written in Urdu in the corner. Gif 2 is a colorful, vibrant design with Ms. Marvel written in Urdu in the center.

IMAGE 3: Gif 1 is of Ms. Marvel written against radial electronic flares, blue background with bright yellow light in the center. Gif 2 has Ms. Marvel written against palm trees colored in blue-pink gradient.

IMAGE 4: Gif 1 is of Ms. Marvel written on an orange billboard on top of a building, against a clear sky. Gif 2 has Ms. Marvel written in the center in a pale yellow-green. The blue fabric has golden peacock feather designs.

IMAGE 5: Gif 1 is of Ms. Marvel written against a bright golden-yellow background with bright, colorful flowers and branches surrounding it. Gif 2 has Ms. Marvel written in Urdu text on black fabric, a circular design embroidered in golden thread in the center.

IMAGE 6: Gif 1 is of Ms. Marvel written on a piece of naan. Gif 2 has Ms. Marvel written against a green background with orange and white stripe cutting across the top-left corner.

IMAGE 7: Gif 1 is of Ms. Marvel written in Urdu in yellow on a strip of red fabric. Gif 2 has Ms. Marvel written in blue, on a pink background with multiple white designs in the background. Ms. Marvel is written in Urdu right above the English.

IMAGE 8: Gif 1 is of Ms. Marvel embroidered on pink fabric with other flowers, branches and leaves embroidered around it. Gif 2 has Ms. Marvel written as if a multi-colored neon sign.

GIF 2: A drawing of a mosque, a bushel of pink roses, three pillars of the Minar-e-Pakistan, a market. Two people are drawn on the far left; a man with a mustache, and a woman in a pink hijab. On the far right is a drawing of the flag of Pakistan. Ms. Marvel is written in the center of the gif in Urdu letters.

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mothytheghost · 5 months

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Small sun and Rgb story for the au lol

Rgb wandered around the streets. Trying to find the perfect person to take with them and help them finish this one and for all. The story can't keep going. He needed to find someone. He just needs someone to help him. Though finding a hero is a difficult task. Many heroes fell. He couldn't count how many heroes he lost. Because of it, he was in distress. His last hero was a little girl. He forgot what she looked like. But she was in green boots and a large red coat. He lost her. He's still distressed about it. Everything he did was all of his fault. He knew. She wasn't strong enough. She was just a little kid.

Two little boys soon pushed him out of the way. Getting him out of his thoughts as he heard one little boy.

"Out Of The Way!. I wanna see Freddy!.,"

Rgb seemed confused at first. He didn't know who this fellow 'Freddy' was. He was in the United States. The only Freddy he could think about is people named Freddy. Maybe a singer?. He doesn't know much about the culture here. He was so used to finding a hero back where he was normally. He went around the world to find one, since he knew there were other places to be.

As he walked with his cane. There was a long line of people. Full of children cheering and crying. What in dear heavens is going on?. He walked quickly as he looked across the crowd. Seeing loads of people surrounding a giant building with neon lights and palm trees decorated on the outside. With posters of a Bear. a Chicken. A Wolf. And an alligator. Decorated in these pop looks and outfits that burned his vision. Not used to the extreme fashion they had to them.

There was something the kids liked about the Animals. They seem to be mascots. Especially with how crowded it is. He was in awe of the building.

Freddy Fazbears Mega Pizza Plex.

He was interested. He was sure he could find a hero here. It's perfect.

Rgb passed a crowd of people who had tickets and children holding dolls of the characters. Teenagers were snapping glow sticks and putting them on as bracelets and necklaces. Some dressed up with fluffy hair and bows to match the theme. It's packed here. It made him feel a bit overwhelmed. But he had to do his part and find the perfect person.

Before he walked in. A lady with blonde pulled up hair and a grey security outfit halted him.

"You Need tickets sir to pass. You need to go back line! "

Rgb sighed. Holding his cane. He didn't have any change. So he ended up trying to get in. Luckily, he had an idea to wait it out to sneak in.

"miss. Could you tell me why are people are going everywhere over animals?" He looked at her as yellow dripped from his mouth. Watching her as she smiled.

"Freddy Fazbear has been an icon since the eighties. They are animatronics built to perform for kids at birthday parties."

Animatronics?. Rgb has never seen what an animatronic looks like. He remembered back then it's all about films and dancing on stage. But a living animal that is human like. Sounds very off and strange to him.

"What are the Characters here?" Rgb was having many questions. What are they? Where do they come from? Are they real animals or people in costumes?.

"The Robots here are Roxanne Wolf. Goes by Roxy. Montgomery Gator. Monty, Glam-rock Chica, and Glamrock Freddy. We also have extras like DJ Music Man and Sun. But those are backgrounds for other entertainment while Freddy isn't performing." She looked and smiled at him.

"Oh... They're robots. Like..."

Rgb froze. Not expecting robots. He never really liked the idea of futurism. The idea of technology taking over concerns. Yet, people seem to enjoy it. So there couldn't be harm in that. Right?.

The Security woman smiled. "That's correct!" Looking at Rgb proudly. "I like your costume, by the way!" She crossed her arms. Rgb looked confused to her. Does she mean his outfit? There's nothing wrong with it.

"Thank... You?." He tried to make a smile. But it failed as he grew more confused.

The guard looked at him before walking away. "See you around!. " she trailed off as she looked around the line to make sure nothing bad was happening. Everything seemed fine. Just kids jumping around with the dolls of the characters.

Rgb waved shyly at her. She was a kind person. He didn't know why he asked her if she wanted to be a hero. She seems nice. But Rgb decided not to. He has to think best in a hero. Not weak. Not too strong. No errors. He can't keep messing things up like what he did in the past. He has to find a right hero. Someone that is well and is a kind-hearted person. Like what he learned from his past hero. His Hero. Thinking about her made him feel guilty. He can't mess up this time.

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It's now midnight. Rgb has planned to break in. Yes, it sounds stupid. But he's hoping those robots can do something for him. If everyone loves them. They have had the right role.

It took a while for him to get in. He crawled through the vent. This was ridiculous to him. He forgot why he's doing this. For a hero. Of course!.

Rgb crawled out as he made it to a giant room with a long hall. With windows. He looked around quietly as he came to one window. There was a white chicken in a pink outfit. With green triangle earrings. Wild cat prints on her legs. Playing on her guitar. This was a robot. She felt too real to look at. Looking at the room as looked decorated. The only mess there was just pizza boxes everywhere. Like she doesn't clean her room. She wasn't well mannered.

Rgb looked into another as he saw a wolf with long white hair and a tail. She had a red outfit, and she was looking at herself in the mirror. A well clean lady that loved to compliment herself. Telling herself she was the best. Rgb liked this attitude. But looking at a game with a seat and a car wheel. Seemingly a race game. Had a large dent on it with glass shattered everywhere. Seemingly, she's easily angered if she doesn't get what she wants. Rgb didn't want a hero to think they're in the spotlight. He wants someone to treat everyone equally and not focus on themselves.

There was another window.a green alligator with a red mow hawk and star glasses. He looked too strong for his fit. Seeing a lot of dents on the walls and a boxing bag to get his anger out. He seemed too much for a hero.

Then there was Freddy. Sadly, the lights are off. And the curtain is closed. He couldn't see much of his room. It was too dark. And it was difficult to see him. Rgb grew upset. He was going to get Freddy. But it failed on him. Then again. The security lady said there were more. So Rgb carefully took a trip around the Plex. Trying not to get caught by the Security bots, and carefully closed doors behind him.

Walking around as he was walking down a hall with posters. Looking at the ground as he saw a little card.

'Super Star Daycare Pass'

Someone left this. He picked it up and examined the colorful card with a rainbow. He smiled. Looking at the Plex map on the wall to find the Daycare. There it was. Just a few more rooms till he's there. Not too long like going down and up.

It a bit to get here. But here he was. Looking up at a giant statue as he smiled. Hoping this is the right place. He looked down through the window to look at the Daycare. the place was shockingly big. With three structures of the play area and a few tables. He felt shocked. How on earth are people able to create a place like this? It made him feel like a kid again. Though his childhood differs greatly from this. He still had a strange sense of nostalgia.

Looking down as he saw a little jester like animatronic with rays on his head that looked like a sun. Rgb watched the animatronic and examined his actions. He was jumpy and cleaned very well. Collecting papers of children's drawings, and stuck them to the wall happily. Rgb was interested. Watching the animatronic went the other direction. Rgb tried to figure out how to get down there. Seeing a blue slide as he sighed.

"I'm getting a little too old for this..." He whispered to himself. Taking his hat off, and held it to his chest with his cane. Carefully getting inside as he was hoping he got through it.

Thankfully, he did and landed in a colorful ball pit as he got on his knee carefully. Putting his hat back on, and tried to look professional. Getting out of the ball pit as he looked around for the animatronic. Strangely, he didn't see them and thought he lost them on time. Rgb frowned, fixing his hat. Hoping there will be someone else-

"HELLO NEW FRIEND!!!"

The Animatronic happily lifted Rgb up from behind as he screamed. Rgb tried to calm down as the animatronic faced him. He was a sun like animatronic dressed as a jester. His orange rays spun happily as Rgb looked into its white eyes. The animatronic had a happy grin on his face.

"WHY ARE YOU UP THIS LATE ARE WE HAVING A SLEEPOVER!? ,"

The animatronic shouted. Rgb was finally on the ground again. Holding his cane tightly to keep himself balanced. He took a breath. " I have a special request for you!. Rgb smiled.

The Animatronic got close to him as his smiled grew wider. " OH, OH!. ARE WE GOING TO DRAW TOGETHER!? "

Rgb backed up from the robot. Trying to fix himself. "No, not exactly.. " he watched as the Animatronic frowned. Watching as he stood proudly.

"Would you like to be a hero?"

The Animatronic froze. Smiling as it got jumpy again.

"A Hero!?. I Wanna Be A Hero!" The animatronic grew happy. His rays spun as he got up close to the smaller man in-front of him.

Rgb smiled. "Come Along Now!. We Must Hurry!" The Animatronic looked at him happily as he followed the man. Watching as he got a key and used it to unlock a door on a wall. The animatronic was shocked. There was never a door there. How did he do that?.

"After You!."

Rgb said to the sun animatronic. As the robot gave him a big hug as he happily jumped into the light.

This was so fun to write hhshjdkdkdkd

#tpoh #rgb tpoh #the property of hate #fnaf #fnaf security breach #five nights at freddys #fnaf au #tpoh au #crossover au #fnaf sun #fnaf daycare attendant #stories #fanfic

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what-if-nct · 2 years

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NCT vibes based on their energy.

Taeil: Sitting on the porch on a cool starry evening. A mason jar of ice tea keeping him company. The moon full and bright as it loomed over him in the clear country sky. His harmonious humming to the music playing from the stereo the only sound in the quiet fire fly filled summer night.

Johnny: Speeding down the highway, his skin glowing blue with the cool neon lights of the city at night. Silver chain against the darkest black shirt. His eyes shifting from the road every once in while in a way that makes the quick pace of the urban surrounding slow down.

Taeyong: Drowning in a warm cream sweater that covers his hands. Curled up on the couch of a dark apartment. The only light streaming from the TV. Holding a stuffed bunny that's almost the same size as him while he rests candy on the bunny's tummy.

Yuta: A tattoo parlor lightly tinted red from the way the neon sign glowed at night. A fresh Piercing, brand new platinum jewelry surrounded by red bruised skin. A grin with mischief behind it as he ran through the street a buzz with midnight life.

Doyoung: A gray sweatshirt and messy hair. Loose pieces of paper scattered all over a small desk. A pen rests in his lips, his expression frazzled as he stares down an empty notepad. Crumpled balls of paper surround an empty waste basket in a room whose only light source is a lone desk lamp. A smile spreads across his once hopeless face as the pen in his hand speeds across the paper beneath it.

Kun: A shallow weekend of freedom in crisp white linen. Staring out at the calm waters from the deck of a crowded cruise. A smile beaming in the Pacific sun with a croquet mallet in his hand. Hands on soft, tired bare skin under a warm bright white towel. Champagne on ice in a deluxe room barely above sea level.

Ten: A lithe body in loose silk barely covering a toned chest. A glass of red wine in hand as smooth r&b filled the candle lit bedroom. Roses scattered on red satin. A mirrored ceiling and tub full of bubbles awaiting wave making movement.

Jaehyun: A smoke filled living room. Yellow light from the sky of an upcoming mid day storm streamed in, highlighting the dust that lingered in the air. He found safety on the carpeted floor. Dazed and relaxed, half lidded eyes and no cares as a movie acted as background noise to a busy mind that slowly mellowed.

Winwin: A rowdy party echoed past the door of a semi empty room. The calmness of the silence in the still darkness. Lights from smartphones the only sign of life. Cradled in a hoodie as he huddled in a corner hiding from a party he escaped from with someone he trusted in a matter of minutes.

Jungwoo: Sheets draped over dining chairs. Pillows litter the hard wood floor as twinkling lights hung above him on a roof three feet from the floor. A bright smile and glittering eyes full of life, love and happiness in a place where sweets are the only form of substance. And hugs the only currency in this cushioned wonderland.

Lucas: Strong arms in skin tight black cotton, Gold watch on tan skin. Bright eyes sparkled among lights that spiraled palm trees. Strolling through a shopping center that allowed the stars in. Running and dashing with excitement as every little thing a distraction to impatient eyes.

Mark: Sweat soaking a white tank top. The mid summer sun violent against his overheating skin. A water bottle forever tainted with the taste of blue glacier Gatorade. His eyes watched as others ran up and down the dark green court. His hands rested on the steel bleacher while he threw his head back. The sun complemented his features as if he was made of a star him self.

Xiaojun: Suburban life speeding past as his head rested against the bus window. The vibrations from the shaking Plexi glass ran through his entire body jolting his heart the hardest. Soft music filled his ears from the cushion headphones against them. Every speed bump made the cd skip. His eyes were fixed on the white lines that joined as one while the bus sped through streets.

Hendery: A denim jacket two sizes too big. Dark hair obscuring his view. 7/11 taquito and slushy in one hand as he held two bags of chips in his arm. A talkative stroll morphs into a game of cat and mouse. Laughs and screams almost drown out the busy after school traffic. Blue raspberry slushie spills from the clear cup just before dirty converse reach the grass of a near by park. The food meets the safety of a picnic table surprisingly in one piece

Renjun: Paint, pastels and colored pencils scattered on a beat up wooden table. Grey water in clear cups that hold used brushes. Shockingly clean white linen. Attentive eyes and busy hands work hard on the beauty that flows from skilled delicate hands.

Jeno: Ring covered hands on the steering wheel of a silver pick up truck. He was in a black tank top exposing a farmers tan. Drenched in sweat he threw hay bails. The roughness in his touch only natural to him. A silver cross the only thing on his neck under the summer sun.

Haechan: Versace silk on sun kissed skin, playful eyes behind a devilish smirk. Loud expressions of happiness from the back of a diner that hasn't been renovated since 1992. Confidence mistaken for intimidation. The intimidation only hid the coy sweetness of the life of the party.

Jaemin: Joy emanating from the brightest smile as he looks up at the walls of clear water. The white of his shirt glowing blue in the underwater atmosphere that surrounds him. Child like whispers pass his lips to the marine life that swim past him. He gets lost in the crowd. His gleeful squeals and pitter patter of his feet like echo location that leads to him bouncing in front of a school of angel fish.

Yangyang: Hands impatient for what his heart has been set on for days. Giggles fill the backseat of a 97 Honda. Eyes fixed on muscles flexing purposefully. The motion of the car alluding to the exact opposite of its contents. Sneakers stuck in skinny jeans. Heads bumping into a sagging ceiling. Phones ringing killing what died before it even started.

Shotaro: The sweetest smile, eyes that out shined the stars, gentle hands that fumbled nervously in the light of day. The sweetest first impression anyone can give. The night brings forth lidded eyes that shadowed the brightness once held in them. A different person stepped in once his hips did only what he trained them to do. His smile unwavering, but the intent held in the tug at the corners of his lips was far more then anyone expects.

Sungchan: Grass stains in knee high white socks. Brown hair sticking to a sweat covered forehead. Running, kicking, jumping and sliding all happening in a flash. Chugging bright blue Powerade as he avoids the gallon of water he hasn't touched all day. His only focus the black and white ball ping pogging back and forth from team to team.

Chenle: Tickets spilling out of one hand, a large bucket of donut holes in the other as a giant spongebob plushie rested in the crook of his elbow. The clashing of rides, sizzle of fryers and roar of fellow fair goers overstimulating. He buzzed through the bright lights wanting to do anything and everything he could. Money no object, time his only limitation. His mind still ran a million miles an hour as his body gave into the exhaustion he created.

Jisung: The parking lot behind the movie theater was full of more life then what was behind the exit door. He zoomed on the black asphalt beneath the darkening blue sky that chased away the yellow and orange hues of the day. He launched himself over every speed bump and parking marker. One jump took him so high the seat of his pants met the concrete curb. He dusted himself off, tucked his board under his arm. Immediately he downed a green monster that awaited him.

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ink-herrscher · 2 years

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evanescent (like the remains of your love)

— herrscher of sentience x fu hua

genre : angst

warnings : major character death

wordcount : 1,503

summary : she loves her enough to let her go. even if it means she will be lonely. even if it means she will be the one left behind.

during wintertime, it always feels as if the world has reset, wiped clean and made to start over again.

but tonight, the pale winter snow and the twilight dusk of the sky competes with a hue of colors splashed flamboyantly across the streets. festive lights reflect on pale skin like a petals of a flower, a wonderful flourish of a painting that befits the season well. she is red and green and blue and gold; a rainbow garland of shiny colors that throw various colors underneath the shadows of the christmas trees on sale by window shops. there is an old, classical music warbling in the background and its cozy lyrics weave in between the crowds. someone nearby hums along, have yourself a merry little christmas, and senti raises her scarf to hide her scoff.

she is green, then red again, and it blends with the handmade scarf wrapped around her neck. it smells like pine trees and the morning mist on top of the highest mountains.

it still smells like her. like snapshots of a life from a camera’s lens, an outsider’s perspective: bandages on delicate fingers, gentle smiles, dark hair reddened in the fading sun. the autumn breeze swept by her ruddy cheeks while she knitted the scarf in her hands as a gift.

senti can still remember it all. she is red then blue, then the photographs are buried in the snow once again. she only realizes she was smiling when her lips curve back into a frown.

the memory feels as if it just happened yesterday. the memory feels as if it is a thousand miles away.

she looks up. the moon is so far away from the earth, a mere wink of light amidst the bright neons of the city. swarms of people rush past her without sparing her a single look, and she breathes out heavily; like an inconsequential droplet of water amidst a roiling storm and the distant thunder, she drifts in and out as if walking on a dream, hanging on the distant thread of hope that the waves will bring her to shore someday.

a silly thought. someone bumps against her, but they are gone before she can see their face.

swept away by the wind. she turns back, and huddles deeper into her scarf. it’s terribly cold tonight and her lips are numb and her hands are cold and she is shivering like a little bird abandoned in the rain. a breeze flits by, stinging her eyes, and when she looks back up again, it is already snowing.

oh.

it’s snowing.

she raises her hand and catches a snowflake in her palm. it melts against her glove and sends a small chill through her skin, and she stares.

it reminds her of the first time she saw snow with her own eyes. the wonder and novelty of it all tangling in her restless limbs. her eyes looked grey in the winterlight but her smile was affectionate and cheery in a weird, mellow way – but then again, that is exactly how she’s always been. mellow and gentle and placid as if unaffected by everything that happened in the world. she gifted this red scarf to senti back then, and then insisted she wear at least fifty layers of clothes until sentience could barely walk.

she laughs. maybe she should have worn more layers. maybe she won’t be so cold now.

but it will be cold, anyway, no matter if she wears one or one-hundred clothes, because every memory feels as if it just happened yesterday and every memory feels as if it is a thousand miles away. if she turns to her side, she can almost see the mist from her lips as she breathes out a contented sigh, and the slow graze of the pale sunlight as it holds the pair of crudely-made snow jingweis in its weak embrace.

the fire in the hearth. hot chocolate with marshmallows and her touch that drizzled like thick honey. the softness of her lips. the rough sensation of the blanket and the warmth of her skin in contrast.

the ghosts of that winter litter the path back home, but senti doesn’t remember shivering this much last year.

a couple passes by her, laughing merrily with hands tightly intertwined, and senti finds herself looking back at them. they seem so happy.

well. this season is supposed to be a happy one, after all.

but not for her.

not for someone like her. an unnatural existence in a body that wasn’t even hers to begin with. another gift, this time woven with the scars of the past and tears instead of childish bandages and shy, red cheeks. like everything she has ever done for her, senti knows she thought she would be happy if she gave this gift to her, but

this body feels so heavy, and this world feels so grey.

she’s trapped. trapped in an undying body with an immortal soul resting in a bed of thorns. everywhere she looks, her own reflection stares back, and this mirror is nothing but a prison she can never escape from.

what is there left to live for, in a world that has moved on from her existence? this world has no need for herscherrs or mantises or even valkyries anymore. she is nothing but an unwanted relic of a tragic past that is better left forgotten. a remnant of history sunken down the sands of time as the world spins on without her.

another silly thought. she sighs, and trudges back home. her footprints dig onto the snow, and gets buried beneath the steps of hundreds of others.

her apartment is quiet. it replaces the hubbub of the outside with an insistent buzzing that lingers even after she turned on the television to a random network. white noise, white walls, pale light; she has been living here for at least a year now, but everything is bland as if she had just recently moved in.

she can’t find it in her to try to decorate the place. there is always something missing, and in the end, senti just gave up.

it’s better this way, anyway. less stuff to clean. less stuff to miss. less stuff to remember her by. if one day she wants to disappear, then no one will be able to find a trace of her anywhere. there is only this room and the haunting loneliness that she has painted on the walls to greet anyone who will come look.

ha. she refused theresa’s offer of a larger house so she will not feel the loneliness too much, but it has still find its way to burrow deep within her soul. there really is no escaping from anything.

she drops the bag of cup noodles she bought on the table and stretches. it’s a sorry excuse of a dinner and she can already see her disproving frown, but senti doesn’t feel like preparing something healthier for herself. it’s not like she even needs to eat, anyway. even if she starves to death, her body will only torment her until she’s sick and throwing up and crying for a touch she will never feel. for a release she will never have.

at least she’s eating. she heats up some water, and eyes the empty pizza boxes and cup noodles lying on the floor with guilt. maybe she should clean up after herself more. look out for herself more. take care of herself more. this body – this life is her last gift to her, after all.

she sighs.

maybe tomorrow. she doesn’t feel like it today, either.

she was never good at looking after herself. this horrible habit just got worse since –

the kettle whistles.

what a sorry excuse of a dinner. she apologizes to her in her mind, but it’s not like anything will change, anyway. she will not eat healthier nor take care of herself nor even try to act as if she is making the most of the life she has been given. if somehow, they ever meet again, senti will have too much shame to properly face her.

it’s already nine in the evening. still early, but she’s already sleepy. there’s nothing to do while she’s awake, and at least in her dreams, there is the chance that she will drown in the past and see the person who stole her smiles once again. times like these, she wishes the honkai was still around. then, at least, she will still be able to create a hollow illusion to comfort her.

no. if the honkai was still here, then she wouldn’t have gone away in the first place.

but that’s a selfish, selfish thought, and senti might be a horrible, selfish person, but she’s not cruel or heartless enough to take away the rest that she so deserves. even if it meant she would be lonely. even if it meant she would be the one left behind.

she loves her enough to let her go.

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Through the Dragon's Eyes || Talon AU Hanzo Shimada

Chapter Two - Perception

An offer is made.

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A gentle stream churns alongside him as he walks, boots softly disturbing the forest floor below. Starlight has begun to fade, trading places with a peaking orange glow on the horizon. He follows the stream for a good while until he reaches it's source; a small cliffside face pouring soft ribbons of cool water into a shallow pool below. Rounding the perimeter, he shuffles behind the falls to set his weaponry down against the mossy stone. Disrobing, he places his clothing nicely next to his bow and releases his hair from it's tie to let it flow. Stepping forward, he's careful to not slip on the wet surface as he reaches his left arm out to the falls, water splashing his hand and tracking down the underside of his forearm. It's colder than the basin at home, yet he's used to it. The discovery of this small spring has led it to become a staple for him, especially in the Summer months.

Cautiously, he leads the rest of his body to follow, stepping into the pool. The cold liquid envelopes his legs, rising to his waist. The waterfall taps upon his shoulder, caressing down his torso, flowing over every curve. He moves to the side a little more so it hits the back of his neck, saturating skin with it's chill. Tilting his head back, hair becomes heavy with moisture. Running both hands through his raven locks, his gaze pierces the sky. Clouds slowly inch along overhead, carrying the colors of the sunrise with them. He takes his time, running palms over his robust form to wash the sweat from his pores. Closing his eyes, he lets the water flow down his face for a moment before pulling back to exhale, droplets flying from his lips.

Once finished, he trudges back to land, sliding a fist down his hair, droplets splashing at his feet before tossing the wet lump over his shoulder to stick to his back. Sitting against the wall, he wipes and flicks a good portion of the moisture off, allowing his body to mostly air dry for a while, aided by a slight morning breeze as he watches the sunrise creep through the trees. He meditates as a good half hour passes before he deems himself dry enough to dress. He replaces the clothing upon his body as before, same with the quiver and bow, putting his hair back up despite it still holding some wetness. Hopping out from behind the waterfall to continue on, he traverses the uneven terrain, following an invisible path that only exists in his memory.

For a few good miles, it's just forest. Greenery sprouting as far as the eye can see. There's an occasional crunch of dry leaves under his feet, the orange, red and yellow shades beautifully shuffling down as the breeze snaps them from their branches above. He jogs when he has the stamina, not wanting to spend too much time reaching the destination. Time passes quickly as the scenery in the distance just a few paces ahead becomes void of trees, swallowed by the sky. Coming to a slow, he finds himself standing high ground looking down to a city below.

Hanamura.

Metal and glass buildings tower, glittering in the sunlight, flying cars hovering about unspecified roads between the structures. Within the mist, he can see a large traditional estate situated well within it's borders. The Shimada ancestral home. He safely makes his way down, and soon enough, is surrounded by the familiar atmosphere. Large holographic advertisements, chatter and bustling activity of the residents within, vents in the street alleyways hissing vapor.

A monorail train hums overhead, track glowing white as it hovers by. He turns down a pathway of shops, eyeing one specific entry to his left. He places his hand on the door, pushing it open to be greeted by a bell jingling above his head. Upon shelves and tables, there's household appliances, both old and new upon the wall, some neon light signs and other décor. Stepping inside, his eyes tack onto some of the newer products. The prices are crazy, yet, things like that wouldn't have been an issue a mere decade ago.

As he walks through the place, making his way to the front, a photo on the wall next to one of the neon signs pulls his gaze. Within it's metal frame, there's two individuals. A man and woman, locked arm in arm. The woman is in a form fitting dress, white with black trim, holding a small ribboned bouquet in her free hand. The man dons a white suit and black tie. Both are smiling widely.

There's some shuffling coming through the open archway to a back room behind the front desk. He turns to face it. Mere seconds later, an older gentleman emerges. He's the spitting image of the man in the photo, yet, much older now. He has a small frame, white hair upon his head with a large bald spot on the top and black frame glasses upon his face. He lights up once he sees Hanzo, a welcoming exclamation in his voice as he rounds the desk to approach him.

"Taka! How are you?" He asks, his voice soft and kind.

Taka. The name Hanzo has taken for himself to keep a low profile. He's gotten so used to it, his actual name sometimes eludes his immediate memory, leaving him with a sense of peace for the moments that lasts for.

He softly smiles back to the man, giving a small bow in greeting.

"Yoshida-san."

He feels a gentle hand upon his shoulder and rises.

"I have been well." Hanzo replies. "Very busy."

The older man, deemed Mr. Yoshida, pats his shoulder before removing his hand with a small chuckle.

"I suppose so, I have not seen you for weeks. What can I do for you?"

Hanzo hums to himself for a moment before replying.

"A generator fuse."

Yoshida nods lightly with a small, "ahh." He then holds a finger up, signaling to wait a moment. He fades into the back room where he came from for a minute before re-emerging with an item in hand.

"Well, at least the last one lasted longer than the previous, hm?"

Hanzo nods, pulling out his phone. "How much do I owe you?"

The other man shakes his head, placing a palm up to face him.

"Do not worry about that. This one I kept from a recent repair in Kanezaka. It's the same model as yours just a bit newer. This should last you much longer."

He reaches out to Hanzo's other hand, lifting it and placing the palm sized fuse in his grasp. A 'bit' newer is a 'bit' of an understatement. The fuse is definitely much more modern. The archer's jaw loosens a bit as he begins to speak.

"I..."

A pause. He wants to argue that Yoshida take at least something for it. This man works two jobs to support his granddaughter and has been nothing but kind to him. He even offered Hanzo stay with them at one point, which was declined. He cannot risk staying within the city, or bringing any possible danger with him if anyone found out who he is. He exhales with a soft expression, looking up to the older gentleman, knowing where the 'argument' would end.

"Thank you."

Yoshida nods proudly, then sighs.

"I still do not know why you stay out there. It would be more comfortable here. Yet... I respect your path. Now," he pauses, "at least visit more often."

He turns, shifting behind the front desk to begin working with his computer. Hanzo bows to him again before turning to leave, placing the fuse in his hip bag. Yoshida smiles at him as he leaves, looking back down to his work once the bell jingles once more, signaling his departure.

Returning out to the city walkways, he dips past clumps of humans and Omnics alike, gaining some looks here and there. Some interested, some judgmental, yet none truly knowing. He knows this city like the back of his hand, almost. Part of his preparation to be the clan leader involved being familiar with the city's layout, knowing the Shimada territory opposed to others. This was detrimental, and still proves useful to this day, as he knows where to avoid.

Given he still has drive to have his clan rise once again, he pays attention to the city's dynamics when he's here. His training provides a sharp ear and eye at all times. He's been waiting for the right time. Yet, it's difficult when he is simply one man against an entire collection of people who will try to kill him. His skills are among the best, yet being outnumbered is not a situation he needs to be in.

After these past few years, his goal has seemed further and further away, feeling as if he's now grasping at the string of a balloon that's already taken flight. He's running out of time. Part of the reason he stayed as long as he has this time is to start planning how to handle this himself. Connections are out of the question. He doesn't want anyone else involved in this, nor trust anyone else in the first place. No one but himself.

He takes a turn down another alleyway, a familiar path he's often traversed to quickly cut through the city. He jogs through it, eyes straight ahead on the exit at the other side, light fading behind the buildings overhead, leaving him to pass through a bout of shadow. There's a quick sound of air swirling, tearing his attention to a fork in the path on the side, leading to a small dead end. A clawed metal hand shoots towards him, causing him to kick off to the side to avoid it.

This fails.

He exclaims as the gauntlet manages to grab his shirt, a powerful yank swinging him around the corner out of sight. His back comes into harsh contact with the wall, eliciting a deep grunt from him, the hand quickly switches to the arm it's attached to slamming into his throat to pin him. There were no footsteps, no disturbances, nothing but the gust of air this assailant came from. They just simply appeared from the darkness with no warning.

"You might not want to struggle too much if you value being able to breathe."

The attacker speaks, a deep voice peppered with gravel. The sunlight seeps down from the buildings reflections, providing a dim view of the rest of the other man's body. A long black coat with the hood up, the metal gauntlets and a mask like an owl holds mere inches away from Hanzo's face.

Hanzo tries to kick his feet up to push him back, yet the pressure placed upon his neck increases, as well as the attempt being simply side stepped. He lets out a frustrated whimper as he starts to feel lightheaded, hands grasping at the arm crushing his trachea.

"I'd prefer you be able to talk but I have no issue dealing with you mute. Shimada."

Hanzo's eyes widen, locking onto the dark recesses of the masks eyes. He's released, falling to the ground, heaving a strong cough. He takes the opportunity to roll, slipping his bow from his torso, grabbing an arrow and quickly knocking it into place. He comes out of the roll on one knee, about to raise his weapon, but he is now face to face with the barrel of a large black shotgun, held in one hand by the masked figure who chuckles deeply.

"It would be best if you just sat there and listened, I don't want to waste my time here."

Hanzo's brow furrows, a harsh glare in reply.

"Good. Now," The other pauses, gesturing with the gun for him to stand. He does not. The man just sighs.

"Have it your way, then. You're going to listen, regardless."

He takes a few steps closer, keeping the gun positioned as it is.

"You want your clan back. But you can't do it alone. So here's my offer. You join our organization. We help you rebuild, in exchange for services on your end."

"You-" Hanzo spits, yet he's unable to finish his retaliation due to still recovering his breath, just leading him to cough again, inhaling deeply. This is insulting. How dare this stranger think he can demand anything from him?

"We own that place."

Hanzo gives a small head twitch of confusion.

"You ever notice that something was different on your last little fly by in the estate? Maybe how the men didn't look like just any rag-tag group of criminal wannabes?"

Memory starts to play back to the last visit to honor his brother, seeing if anything matches his words. Honestly, it's always different. Most, if not all, are exactly what the assailant said. Criminal wannabes. He usually has had to clear unwanted guests who's origins altered each time, that wasn't abnormal. He did it without a second thought, no matter who it was. There are many who want a share of the damn place ever since it was shut down, years ago. Plus, whats left of his clan has been fighting to resurface by any means nneccessary, so they've been making connections left and right.

He does, however, remember the soldiers he saw. Black uniforms with black and red helmets. The symbol upon their uniforms was familiar, he can say that much. He's seen it before when they had come to meet with his father quite some time ago when he was still alive, just like many other organizations.

This one is Talon.

"Those were ours. Lost a good handful of men that night." The assailant growls.

So, this guy is a member of Talon. Hanzo can't help his expression dropping to mildly unamused. Part of him even wants to laugh. Last he remembers, they were not very prevalent in this area. They backed off after his father refused to work with them. So, this must be a rather recent development.

Hanzo simply scoffs at the other's comment, yet it really starts to process as he thinks about what he's saying. So, Talon owns the Shimada estate. The Shimada clan, even weakened as they are now, wouldn't just relinquish the estate to some random organization, connections or not.

Unless... they weren't allowed a say, somehow.

He bears his teeth in a threatening sneer, finally rising to his feet, grip tightening on his bow.

"Thanks to someone who knew the ins and outs of the place, we cleared it pretty easily." The hooded man says, the gravel of his voice echoing with proudness in this fact.

They had an insider. But who? It had to have been someone who wanted to gut what's left of the estate, too, regardless of clan, group or whatever they were part of. Hanzo would be lying if he said his plan wasn't to do just that, himself, but this damn organization got to it before he did.

You have got to be fucking kidding.

The wraith stares at him, amused by the archers visible discomfort and anger.

"You don't really have a choice, amigo. If you want it back, we'll give it to you. But not without something in it for us."

Reaching in his coat, he pulls out a small metal disk, tossing it to Hanzo with a careless flick of his wrist. The Shimada doesn't even bother to reach for it as it clatters to the ground at his feet. He simply glances down at it before his gaze glares back up at the other as they speak again.

"Use that when you're ready to discuss your options."

With that, the ghostly man steps back into the darkness, lowering his gun, air shifting as his body swirls back into the black cloud he emerged from. Hanzo quickly snaps his bow up, pulling and loosing the arrow towards them. It phases through, just tearing through mist. Nothing physical remains standing in the man's place. The arrow smacks against the stone wall, bouncing off and sending it clattering to the ground.

He's left in silence, struggling to comprehend what just happened.

There's no way they control this much of the situation. They can't. That man has to be bluffing just to get under his skin. Yet, he knew who Hanzo is. Threatened him, even. He's trapped between a rock and a hard place. He's been unable to make any progress on his own, and now he's paying the price. They want to use him. This much he knows. But they cannot control him. There's two sides to this coin.

Bending down, he grabs his arrow, gripping the shaft harder with every second that passes. His eyes are dark as they stare down to the metal disk at his feet. With a huff, its left behind on the ground.

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In the summer of 1990 - heading southbound on the PR-52 highway, the neon-green blur of sunlit rainforest is an unfocused temporal distortion relayed through the rear-left passenger window of a Jeep Cherokee. South of La Cordillera Central, neon slowly gives way to olive greens, beige, and sunset orange.

On-site by the shore, the old sun-bleached Cherokee is an animal perfectly camouflaged against the semi-arid landscape of the island's southern coastal plain. A row of small cabins line the beach. Each with its own broken tile mosaic table in front. The outboard motor shack lies under a palm tree, and a yellow barnacle-covered dock after it.

The speargun is more of a toy than a tool. It only has one rubber band, and it fires too slowly to catch anything, but you always carry it anyways. You wouldn't want to catch anything with it though; the blood of speared fish draws sharks - and you never got over your first encounter. Better to dive for conch anyways; their shells are your trophies.

The shark startled you out of the corner of your left eye last summer. It was barely bigger than you; its back was grayish-blue, its belly milky white, and its eyes were as black as outer space. It was one with the sea, perfect and beautiful. You panicked out of the water and smashed your right knee against the port-side edge of la yola. Dad wouldn't stop laughing at you.

At night, the sound of the week's Spanish-dubbed episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation plays in the background. You walk outside. The water is a calm black-lacquered mirror reflecting the stars.

You wonder if all frontiers are one and the same.

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