Из личной коллекции с @volatile95 💜

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Dying Light: Monsters, We.

a fan fiction | Season Two | Blood from Stone

Chapter 10: Given Freely

In which Zofia wishes herself to be an itsy bitsy spider, denying the reality that found her. And in which Waltz surprises her.

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Zofia sat in a cold corner, boxed in by stone. She’d curled herself as tight as she could manage, with her arms wrapped around her legs and her chin awkwardly perched on a knee. Her company was misery, who’d brought three friends along: a pounding headache, fear, and far too much time. Most of the latter, Zofia spent thinking. Sluggishly, at that, with the constant undercurrent of fear making it difficult to give her thoughts a clear direction. She tried anyway. Oh how she tried. Mostly, she thought of getting out, but that got her nowhere. All she came up with was a mess of What Ifs and wishful thinking, while, deep down, she knew she’d have to be patient. To wait. To watch, to listen, to hope something might change that’d give her an opening. Awful, that was. Awful. Zofia slipped her chin between her knees. Her head pounded on merrily. When she didn’t think of flight, she thought of Lady Séraphine and how she’d brought a command down on Zofia like a whip. Was it worse than not getting out? Maybe. Potentially. Was hard to judge, what with her thoughts getting turned around all the bloody while, but if she did know one thing then it was this: she’d not imagined it. She’d have liked to. But even though the pressure that had nearly made her sit while she had not, in fact, wanted to sit, had gone, an imprint of its touch remained. It tickled at her mind, just out of reach; an intrusive thought with a mind of its own, playing hide and seek with her conscience. She chewed on her scabbed bottom lip. Her head came alive with pain. It was very real and not something she could blame on fear or stress or how she liked to catastrophize out of habit alone. No. She knew better. Unfortunately.

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This concludes Part One of Blood from Stone.

Happy Father’s Day!

Dads are the rock that holds us strong,

A compass to guide us all along,

The foundation of our lives they create,

A stronghold of love that's never late.

With strength and support, they stand by our side,

A beacon of hope that never hides,

Dads are the world we live in each day,

And their love is what lights the way.

~ Melodia Ortez

Waltz/Williams

I can’t draw children. Although Aiden is well drawn.

(This is a illustration for my fanfiction)

what the dog doin ?

screenshots from my friends  @lyypeachu playthrouh 

Anxiety rises during the chase because of Waltz but this MF is just chillin 🧍🏻

PLEASE JUST HEAR ME OUT- PLEASE- PLEASE JUST- HEAR ME OUT..PLEASE.....

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEA-

Choices and Consequences.

…yet what’s yours?

I’m fucking stupid I forgot to share it here anyways happy 2 year anniversary I love this game what if dl2 was a manga

(Black n white under cut)

i never wanted to be saved

fanart of an absolutely wonderful fic by @eternalpeaceisoverrated <3 please PLEASE go read it, as well as all her dl2 fics bc AHHHH THEYRE SO GOOOOD

You can read the fic this specific piece is based on here!!! 👇

The idea belongs to @volatile95 and me

I am sorry for the drawing on the right, it didn't happen.

Dying Light 2 | Aiden?

I gender-swapped everyone.

Waltz and Juan look like they run the club. Hakon looks like the nice mum who took Aiden under his wing. And Lawan looks like a raging psycho and Sophie looks terrible.

Based on the final fight with Waltz

Сегодня особенный день. Хотя, с тобой каждый день особенный и бесценный~ С днём рождения, милая Ведьма~ Для моей дорогой @marshalllir

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Happy birthday, my darling @marshalllir ❤️