Commission for DJBlueWolf, featuring DJ getting in a heavy leg day workout! :D
Progress images and a full-res copy (2.5x the size!) will be available on my Patreon!
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The T'Pels & Tuvok! - An introduction to our fighters!
[T'Pel A: T'Pel is a quiet and dedicated woman who works as a doctor. When Tuvok is stationed on ships she often registers to work in sickbay as a nurse. She and Tuvok didn't like one another at first but once they began to get along they became inseparable. She has a soft voice with a country twang that typically only Vulcans identify. She is less strict than Tuvok and more willing to stray outside of her comfort zone.]
[T'Pel B: T'Pel is a prissy and straightforward woman who works as a professor. She and Tuvok taught at the same university when he was an archery science professor. T'Pel and Tuvok got along well right away. However, she is not often well liked by others due to her domineering attitude and exacting standards. She is not a very open-minded person when it comes to non-Vulcans. She often accompanies Tuvok on ships and stations but she is typically lonely when there aren't other Vulcans around. She is an extrovert and a bit clingy to the people she likes but they are few and far between. Enjoys parties.]
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omg I found the perfect baby blue retro style sneakers IN THE CLEARANCE section!!! AHHH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH and they have a slight platform and they so comfortable
I’m so happy guys like you don’t understand GOODBYE FOOT HURTING!
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for the spotify wrapped thing, alisaie + 42 >:3c
It's almost over
It's just begun
Don't overthink this
Look in my eye
Don't be scared, don't be shy
Come on in, the water's fine
All Eyes On Me - Bo Burnham
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There are days when a rare wind sighs from Nabaath Araeng and washes over the desert, bringing with it a sharp smell of ozone and wrong.
Alisaie hates the phenomena with a passion, even after only experiencing it twice; both times had set her every hair on end and locked her limbs with blind and primal fear that told her to run run run go get out.
These are the days when the sin eaters gather in the largest numbers and crowds what little life remains closer together, roaming the land with claws and teeth -- and they never go without feeding at least once.
The first time she experienced it she was far enough into Qasr Sharl that she could simply duck back inside and weather it and the second Thancred had been at her side, gunblade still an unfamiliar but welcome sight over his shoulder.
The third time --
The third time it happens, all the carers at Journey's Head turn wide, frightened eyes toward her. Alisaie glances behind her shoulder, muscle memory kicking in, expecting all those eyes to glide past her to the person who they really want, except, well.
There's no one but her. Their eyes stay where they are.
Her palms are sticky with sweat as she wipes them on her shirt, desperately trying to buy herself time.
"Alisaie?"
It's Tesleen, gods, and she sounds hopeful. Like Alisaie's presence means something.
"You can protect us, can't you?"
"I," Alisaie begins, only her throat is too dry and it comes out as a croak. "Of course I can."
She wipes, wipes, wipes. There is no question about what she has to do.
Only it has never been down to just her quite like this, has it? Their gazes burn through her as she puts on the bravest face she can muster and grabs her rapier, the focus humming to life in the air next to her.
Never before has her shoulders felt quite so burdened.
spotify wrapped drabbles
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