@asaraltu FROM X
He thought about this, rationally, for an entire second. Except, maybe it was more like thirty or fifteen, generously speaking, as a jealous rage flared in the Uchiha and he took an extreme course of action, befitting such a possessive bastard.
He sinks his teeth into this bastard's neck, hard.
CHOMP. hashirama was a betting man, but he hadn’t seen this one in the cards. although the pain was a mild sting compared to what hashirama oft dealt with on a regular basis, the shock that madara had bit him sunk into him like a weight. pulling away from the maw of madara, he touches the now warm, bloody mark. “ i━ you BIT me?!? ” tracing the outline of the bite, he grits his teeth. he was lucky he had impeccable self healing. “ i was pulling your damn leg! ”
Trigger warning for blood!
I haven't drawn that much this time around in terms of full fledged arts (I have a ridiculous amount of sketches which will likely never see the light of day) but here's a drawing I finished today. It's of my OC Sage Liebe, the girlfriend of Two and Cent from Drakengard 3 and a part of the alternate universe of Drakengard 3 that me and my friend Mod Two accidentally created (our entire friendship basically started thanks to a bunch of happy accidents oof lol).
Whilst Two may be catatonic, Sage and Cent did not lose hope that she would one day become responsive again and so when Zero came and tried to kill Two, Sage and Cent fought her despite the fact they couldn't win; as to be expected, Zero stabbed them both and left them to bleed out on the ground behind her before she killed Two. Sage merely looked at Cent and smiled as she and him died next to each other.
Their called the Blue Poly Couple by me and Mod Two for a reason and its cus they all have blue in their design and because their marriage is a marriage to the death (well they dont actually get married before they die but y'know). A three way marriage to the death basically.
You always have a way with making something look really dynamic. It's just something about the way that you use lighting as a vessel to tell a story. It can feel very cinematic and dramatic at the same time. You almost don't even need the backstory to to go along with it because the picture is worth a thousand words. You can see the desperation and isolation. Also acceptance. Accepting your fate yet still wishing that things could have been different. It's really poetic in a beautiful and tragic way.
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Just a nightmare.
Warnings: death mention, blood mention, swearing/cursing.
This is based of they live together in a really friendly neighborhood made by @ivyprism ~
—Not bad punk! Gotta admit your fast but.. not as fast as me!.
Attacks flying everywhere, spears, knifes, even some sticks that that kid was throwing at her but she was ready to that fight since that child enter the neighborhood with all of her friends and family. It's all dust now.
The thing that bother Hero was that neutral face in that kid face, after all they had done... not a single drop of guilty she could read on them. They really enjoy that, don't they?.
That really make her more angry and make her attack in a wild way, she didn't care if they were a "kid" that fucking kid kill all of the people she care about and she is going to make them regret everything they had done.
—Why don't you die already piece of shit!?
She was pissed, her tone of voice make that clear but.. she was getting tired while that bastard was still there, attacking her even if they miss or it was blocked, everything was stopped by some seconds, her chest was going down and up really fast but she had a spear in her hand for a moment that child smiled, both of them know what was going next.
—I see huh... *uff* now that im tired.. *puff* you attack and kill me.. obviously.
A laugh from her and then a clearly expression of hate towards that kid was infront of her, it couldn't end like this but.. she was really tired to continue, her legs were hurting and she was sweating a lot.
—Do whatever you want punk, You're too weak for doing something like this.
Obviously she was making fun of that kid, its just a kid who Killed everyone there, they deserve being called weak because that determination was big enough to make them a danger to the monster kind.
That children smile wide and running to her with that knife in hand...
—See? You're too weak!-...
No.. someone else receive the hit that was of course for Hero, the kid keep smiling while leaving them there alone.
—M..mute?.. what did I tell you about staying in the house!? You idiot!..
Tears were coming down through her face while trying to stop the blood from her body.. why she was smiling?.. why she have to do that?..
—Y..you idiot.. you're such an idiot..
She was sobbing while hugging her tight but even being weak from that attack, Mute started to caress her face even with the blood.
–"It's.. It's.. okay.. I love.. I.. love you.. Hero.."
She started to cough some blood while still talking her last words to her. Hero was not ready, of course she was not ready.
–"Just.. just remember.. that.. o..okay?.."
Then she smiled to became dust only leaving her clothes and soul infront of the now only girl there.
—Mute?... M..Mute?.. Mute!?..
She started screaming while hugging her sweater tight until..
She wake up very scared looking at her surroundings and it was just.. a room, her room in that neighborhood and when she remember that dream, she was already up running through the hallway of their house looking for the room of that girl and before she could enter, Mute was already going to see her.
When Mute try to speak in sign language was stopped by Hero who was now hugging her tight, she manage to hide her sobs in that hug without knowing that.. that night they were going to sleep together in the couch.
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