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Ermmm a tf2 x spooky month crossover I was working on a few weeks ago

I have all the lineart done for all nine classes but eeeh idk if I’ll finish it

so i figured out what happened to my etho design and it's really funny actually. we now know Why He Looks Like That

also this Is an ad for one of the coolest singers i've ever found everyone go listen to clem turner on yt rn!!!!

american psycho but kkhta koishi

HI (I LOVE THE PARAGRAPHS EACH OFYOU LEAVE IN MY TAGS SO FUCKIMG MUCH) do any of your ocs have ref sheets. or even just full-body drawings . totally not asking for any specific purpose ....

WE'RE SO GLAD YOU LOVE OUR RAMBLING you have such pretty art and reblog some of the best posts and you're so good at writing so we just have to explode in the tags sometimes hehe

Also we saw this ask like four? Five? Hours ago and went Oh Shit No We Don't and have spent the whole time drawing and we were like Oh we should throw our LC alters in there too since this is their blog and their mutuals should know who they're talking to! And then we got distracted and ONLY drew the alters and host's self insert and none of our OC's so :> we'll do that eventually though but we'll also do like another post with more info ANYWAYS here's the art we made of the self insert and the Lethal alters :3

Info for each of us under the cut (also Rend and Anno are heavily derived from a fever dream March had after we got surgery and had complications, as such they have a story and are pretty attached to it so we'll go into that too)

The "Story"/Fever Dream:

There were two crews who led a revolution against The Company about fifty years before the game takes place, and of them were eight people named Experimentation, Assurance, Vow, Offense, March, Rend, Dine, and Titan, and they weren't named after the planets, the planets were named after them. (Rend, March, Assurance, and Vow were on a team with Rend being the captain, and the other team was led by Titan and had Dine, Offense, and Experimentation.) Eventually, the revolution got pretty popular and widespread so The Company gave in and agreed to meet with the two teams to discuss their requests, and at the end of the discussion they promised the requests would take place within the next few weeks. The eight members of the revolution were satisfied and went back to work, but the next day they were given news that due to their conjoined efforts they would have to all split up and join different teams to ensure that they didn't again backstab the company once their requests were fulfilled. They, unfortunately, did not put up a fight against this and within the next quota cycle each of them were abandoned and killed on different, new moons none of them had ever seen before. The company never enforced the things they agreed upon but because the leaders of the revolution were killed before word of the promises got far, and because they mysteriously went missing and had new moons named after them, nobody said anything and nobody acted out against The Company.

Pace:

- Pace is Geno's self-insert OC and he uses He/Him pronouns and is transmasc <3

- He was an employee for The Company AFTER the time of the revolution and worked not as a scrap collector but as a biologist. His team was tasked with finding specific monsters and collecting some bio matter from them to then bring back to The Company. Pace had a rivalry with one of his teammates who was tired of Pace always succeeding, so, he pushed for Pace to receive a Bracken as his quarry and succeeded. However upon arriving Pace was easily able to find the Bracken of Vow (who was actually Vow from the revolution) and collect bio matter from it by befriending it, which enraged his competitor and led to both Pace and Vow being shot. Vow tried to protect Pace after realizing the shot that hit him was not meant for him, but both were too wounded to survive. Vow disintegrated atop of Pace, leaving him and his open wounds covered in Bracken spores, and his competitor left to eventually be killed by a coilhead. Their other two teammates made it out.

- The spores found the decomposing body of a human to be the perfect place to reform and create a new Bracken; that being Pace. Pace spent about twenty years hunting loot bugs and hiding from scrap collectors before a woman named Kite and her captain Calamity found him at the fire exit of Vow. The two found that he was friendly and took him upon their ship, but one of their teammates was appalled at having a "friendly" Bracken and, as they were leaving, pushed Calamity out of the ship in anger, landing her between a dog and a baboon hawk. Pace jumped to rescue her and while he was successfully able to lure the dog away enough for Calamity to safely jump back on the ship, he was grabbed by the Dog and torn to shreds. The ship's autopilot took off while he was fighting the dog and the crew (excluding the asshole) started to panic.

- The next day Vow was eclipsed and, much to Calamity and Kite's disdain, the crew decided to wait for the eclipse to pass before landing back down on Vow and looking for Pace. Meanwhile, Pace had managed to crawl his way back to the fire exit, tumbling down the ravine, and set himself up on a pallet just inside the door. There, sleeping through the whole day, he was able to slowly heal.

- The third and last day of the quota cycle, Calamity's crew got into another argument with Asshole over going to save Pace, and landed at Vow without realizing another team (March's team, as he had already been rescued by a crew by this time) had already landed there. Calamity and Kite rushed in to find Pace while Sail, the crew's navigator and Kite's twin brother, argued with the asshole. The captain of the other crew, who's ship was nearby, overheard an argument about saving a "friendly bracken" and connected the dots that another crew must have found someone like March, their friendly coil-head, and walked out to confront the two. Sail left to help Calamity and Kite find Pace, and the captain (name yet unknown) spoke with the asshole, found out he wanted to kill Pace and attempted to kill his own captain, and promptly hit him over the head with a shovel in order to protect not just his crew, but March as well. The asshole was left there as the captain rushed in to inform his crew of another friendly monster and tell the other crew bus was happy to help, and the asshole was left there to be picked up and carried away by a Giant.

- Pace was eventually found , missing most of his arm, leg, and leaves on his left side, and the two crews met up and became friends. Pace was placed in a large pot covered up to his shoulders in dirt and for the next few quota cycles his crew would place him outside to soak up the sun and look around. Because his arm and leg were fully submerged in the soil and water, they regrew, but his eye never did. He doesn't mind too much though, he can tell when things are looking at him and, in his opinion, that's all he really needs his eyes for. He helps scavenge for scrap and is able to carry two heavy items at a time, however, he can only carry one light item when doing so as it's uncomfortable to hold in his big hands

March:

- March was our first LC alter and has been around since about late October? He's not too conncected to his source and is actually the version of March from our fever dream BEFORE the revolution ended. So though the March in our dream was a coil head by the end of it, our March still thinks of himself as human. Being compared to a coil doesn't bother him though, they're his favorite enemy in the game :) also he's mute and considers himself cis and demiro-ace.

Rend:

- Rend is also one of our alters but is a lot more attached to both the game and the "story" so he has some funky false memories and is a little delulu about it, but he's happy and healthy and aware of reality and not hurting anyone or our system or himself so we don't mind hehe also, Rend is transmasc just like host and his pronouns are he/him but he's trying out they/it

- Rend is of course based on Captain Rend from the "story" but, unlike March, is from AFTER he died and he much prefers being seen as a nutcracker than a human. Our assumption over why is because Rend had actually been a fragment for most of our life who managed family interactions, and since that was all our brain found him fit for he never really gained a personality or sense of self and as such thinks he looks exactly like our host and would probably share the same name and everything. We think subconsciously our brain makes him like being a nutcracker more than a human in order to make it easier to distinguish him and host

- Rend, being much more intrigued by the fever dream likes daydreaming about it a lot, like he's roleplaying in his head in his own, and as such he likes talking about it and thinking about it a lot more than March does. So, here's some things he daydreams about a lot and thinks would be "canon" continuations of the "story"/fever dream:

- Before March's team found Pace and his team, they got to a pretty high quota and started visiting Rend and Dine. One of their first times visiting Rend, Melody, an employee on March's team, found a seemingly deactivated nutcracker deep in the facility. The team had split up so Melody knew she would have to be careful, but she wanted the shotgun so she crept close and clumsily grabbed it, setting it off. This startled here and she backed off, watching in silent horror as the Nutcracker slowly started to move and stand and, eventually, open up and look around. In panic, Melody ran despite being looked at and, for a moment, Rene stood there confuse before he realized he had finally found someone. Forgetting his voice, he chased after her for a bit but she would frequently stop and hold still so he had trouble. Eventually he shouted to her to wait and she paused, turning to look at the apparently able to speak nutcracker just as March had sped up beside her to block the path between her and Rend. Staring down at an employee with his shotgun and a coilhead that was looking at him and not said employee, Rend ran. In instinct, as she had gotten used to March by now, Melody turned and March gave chase. He was scared and angry that the nutcracker had presumably tried to shoot his friend and, upon trying to push the nutcracker to get it to stop running, he sent a surge through its body and caused it to bleed (like how we headcannon them to work, building up pressure in the body's blood). Melody followed a few rooms behind, having trouble keeping up with the two big monsters but, when Rend was hurt he screamed, and Melody knew that wasn't any of her teammates so she picked up the pace. Rend had been cornered but Melody caught sight of March which forced him to stop moving, and tried to rush to the nutcracker when she saw him bleeding, but, turning her back to March Rend panicked and stepped between the two, telling Melody that he wanted to talk to her but couldn't protect her with the state he was in, so she needed to look at the coil head. He was seemingly trying to protect her. For his comfort she did look at March, but tried to assure him to calm down, sit for a little so she could try and tend to whatever part of him was bleeding, and that she would be more than willing to talk. They spoke for a while, Rend having trouble believing that the coil was friendly given how it seemingly tried to explode him, but he let bygones be bygones. Melody and March both started to wonder if this was one of his old friends but they had decided beforehand not to bring it up to any possible teammates without getting a gauge for their mental state, and Rend was very frazzled so they decided to wait to ask his name or story until he calmed down. They gave him back his shotgun, he turned the safety on, and Melody convinced him to open up so she could tend to his bleeding eye, and eventually the three started to make their way back to main in order to meet up with the rest of the team and get Rend out to their ship

- On the way there they met up with the teammate March had been with before he came running after he heard the gunshot, but this teammate was actively running from a thumper. Rend tried to shoot it but missed due to his eye injury and urged the rest of them to run as he'd hold it back as long as possible. The three left and Rend dragged the Thumper around for a bit before it got loose and rocketed down the hallway after the three. Rend, knowing the layout like the back of his hand, took an alternate route to get to main in order to hopefully outpace the thumper. He made it in time to tackle the thumper and send it and him over the balcony railing where they landed near Melody, March, and their other teammate who were actively trying to scare off a Bracken. Rend urged them to head outside and leave for their safety and they did. It took them a while to get back enough money to go back for Rend, and in this time they met Pace and his team. Rend is still actively daydreaming about this all the time so I'm sure he'll infodump about it more another time.

Anno:

- Anno has been around for the least amount of time, we had a major allergic reaction while Rend was fronting and so he spent time curled in a ball daydreaming as he always loves to. For comfort he daydreamed about cuddling a friendly masked, but eventually got so fed up he told our partner, aloud "I really hate this body" and our little asshole of a brain (/lh) essentially went "oh really? New alter be upon ye" and turned that cute little Masked Rend was daydreaming about into a new fragment. Anno has since become more concrete, he's transmasc and uses it/its pronouns, and it's not very interested in Lethal Company but LOVES Rend a lot. It's just kinda gay and likes Minecraft, like those are its things so far. Rend has decided that if Anno was in the "story" it would've been from far before the revolution and was left behind by mistake. That's about it for Anno, it's just kinda a thingy that's very gay

Wow so that's the end of that, I'm incapable of making long stories short apparently tee hee. I've been talking for way too long and I doubt anyone got this far, but this was mostly for us since we're soupy right now and it made us feel grounded. If you got this far Anno gives you a cookie.

(  flame  command  ━  prompted  :  ayaka )   //    [  ♠ @ayahimes  ]

takes his hat and replaces it with a flower crown 🌼👑

for  a  second,  he  wished  to  ask  why  would  she  want  him  to  bend  down.  and  when  her  hand  removed  the  hat  off  his  raven  black  hair,  feeling  the  soft  breeze  that  combed  through  his  locks  ace  his  curiosity  told  him  to  ask  but  before  he  could,  a  flower  crown  replaced  the  dusty  cowboy  hat  on  his  head.  a  crown  for  the  prince  of  pirates.  a  son  of  the  king.  it  felt  different  ....  when  they  were  beautiful  flowers  and  not  thorns  that  would  have  been  more  in  line  with  the  opinion  the  ace  carried  about  himself  in  his  heart.

❝  ayaka  ...  !  ❞  his  smile  like  a  half  moon  plastered  over  his  features,  his  eyes  immediately  running  upwards  hoping  that  he  could  at  least  catch  a  glimpse  of  how  he  looks  with  it.  unfortunately  he  couldn't  but  it  didn't  matter.  he  knew  he  probably  looked  great  in  it.  ace  laughed,  muscular  arms  wrapped  around  her  petite  frame  to  spin,  round  and  round  with  her  and  the  petals  falling  off  the  crown  dancing  along  with  the  swirling  wind  around  them.  ❝  this  is  the  best  crown  i  ever  got  !  ❞  he  cheered,  stopping  to  let  her  feet  touch  back  the  ground.  in  return,  the  fire  fist  tilted  his  head  and  took  away  his  hat,  only  to  place  it  on  top  of  her  head.  

You have such lovely drawings

aaaaa :)))))))))) thank you :)))))))))))))))))) <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

i want to share the drawings I've done recently but I think I might be skewered and laughed at if I share them

I hope this isn't weird but as a busty brunette your OC gives me RELIGIOUS amounts of dopamine, thank u for your art!

thank youuuuu <333 i loooove thick girls so drawing her is sm fun

here is more bee :)

unrelated but please write more fluff 😭😭 i loooove your way of writing sm 🩷

okay, let me just think of something random I can make into a poem to lighten my blog a little. think i'll do artist!ellie. first drabble thats mostly just poetry woop woop? (you'll see this kind of stuff in any fluff/angst/fantasy au i write) cw: internal organs mentioned, kinda angsty? idk sorry i get DEEP. thats it.

There's an artist in the bungalow.

She's got a mane of fire and a heart of clay. She is everything but skin and bone— for she has borne houses of stars and planets alike. The cosmos is her, and she is the cosmos. In her kindled hand is a means to create, whether she a weeping willow or gone livid in the pursuit for her head. Anguish be her tale of past days over this bungalow, because when all hope was sunken without acquainting grace, you rose upon it on two feet in ache.

You've a body similar— wrists that rebuke gold and sprout isles of lichens interchanging of your fine sylphine hairs. Borne was you, arteries dropped like glue and fled this earth like wax into hot gas, rising and rising somewhere new— instead, branches lie dying with you, inside you, a part of you, giving life to the marrow that is pulsing you. Wood is rot, bark is flaying, you are falling, that is okay. For the cosmos are desolate and resplendent with corpses by the shedload too. She is you, and you are her.

That's why she reached out for you, gave a hand made for crafting— and crafted you her partner.

One day, she took you through her quaint, oaken bungalow. A finger she lifted, pointing out everything mundane and.. commonplace. She pointed at her casement brown—trim windows, calling them the 'eyes of our house', watching the eons age this house away. She then pointed to her hallways, and likened them the 'throats of our house', swallowing every being and spitting them out a whole new person. She would give a last point, towards her bedroom and deem it the, 'heart of our house', for it pumps with life and watches bodies lie there— aging, waning, ever becoming moribund with their lovers held dear, pulse to pulse.

And you question sweetly, "Why are you telling me this, Ellie?"

Why?

Why elucidate the likeness of a visual so natural and so unquestioned in the form of organs? You question, but you do not look. Ellie replies, smooth of her tongue, "Wouldn't be fun if I just said it was my house." completely skipping the main trigger for question— 'our, our.. ours' and no longer just, 'her, her.. hers'.

It is your house. It is her house. It is a bungalow.

No odds about it, be it a jerry—built swamp house, a boxy mansion cruelly boasting over a crag, or a cottage swarmed in pixies preordained to rot in the woods it relies life on; it is a being. It eats personage, lets them linger, and absorbs them at the end of their existence— just like the earth will when it dies. Houses are like us.

Roofs see the same night airglow we gaze at, splayed amongst the grass, you lay with her.

"There's the little dipper, and.. that's the big dipper." croaked Ellie, aiming that same pointer towards the realm above, the dotted fabric we call 'the sky'.

"How can you even tell so easily— is there something wrong with my eyes?" quipped you, pressing the flank of your fist into your cinched eyes, clearing them.

"D'ya need me to point them out again?" She rolls upon her side, rending grass stuck onto her back, "Cause I can point you all the constellations visible right—"

Silenced. You push up on elbows and toss a hand to cradle, bringing her face into yours for a word—gobbling kiss, letting the dying hum vibrate down your chest. Ellie talks too much.

"Nhhmm.."

Satisfied. Spit smacking apart, it draws a line from pink plump to your plump of lip, and severs when you depart enough.

Her lower lip rolls inward, sucking sweetly of the spit you laid upon her mouth, coughing, "Ahem— that.. so you don't want me to show?" Dumbass. "No."

"Ooh—kay," drawled Els', the shuffling of leather and lawn surfing through your senses just a moment as she adjusts, planting that charmed chin on your shoulder— smushed like a rotten apple, "No show." and smiled, bless her smile.

So you lay, let the lay of petrichor waft into your head, and sleep away. Sleep away the life, sleeping away with yours— and hers.

just a teensy bit rushed but hope this is suitable

Hello! I LOOOOVE your art!!! Luffy’s family designs were *chefs kiss* MWAH! And the way you designed Dragon… I can’t get him out of my head! Is there any chance you have anymore doodles of him? It’s the best I’ve seen anyone draw him (including Oda) you are GALAXY-BRAINED!!! If not, that’s cool too!!

i'm flattered whew thank u sm for your validating words !!!!!!! i'm always ecstatic when people like my designs. they're really special to me !! tbh i haven't doodled dragon as much as i'd like lately bc im a lil busy but i hope to draw more monkey d family (besides luffy) in the future. luffy's mom especially i love her a lot

a little something i whipped up during a lecture. bear with me, it's another wip/doodle i'll get around to finishing

who’s a character you want to draw more?

velvette cuz i loooove her design sm i wanna put her in pretty outfits

i loooove the way you draw michael sm he looks so silly..the skrungly goober i wanna be his friend

thank uuuu me too he's so surprisingly friend shaped. heres a quick extra one b4 I go to bed <3

Hello! I was wondering if you have an opinion on brown-haired Leggies? And if you've ever tried drawing him with brown hair? (Loooove your art sm, thank you for sharing it <3)

Hiya! Thank you so much for your kind words!!

I draw blond Legolas 'cause I imprinted on Bloom in 2001 haha. That's basically it. I know a popular interpretation for him is a more Arwen-ish palette, and those Leggies are very good too! I love Leggos of all types - one of my absolute favorite Legoli is this one by @ jadenvargen he lives in my head rent free - and sometimes I have drawn him in @roselightfairy's interpretation of him - but basically my necessity for Legolas is that he MUST be a willowy whimsical homo who operates only under the laws of cat physics. If he is those things, we're golden. :)

What if John Doe had to spend a day alone at your home because of the rain ?

Your eyes are still glued shut, you roll around in your warm sheets to escape any reality. But this morning something is wrong. Yes, something, or rather someone, is missing. Where is Doe? The one who watches you sleep, and then jumps on you when you wake up, has he disappeared? In a panic, you get up and throw the sheets aside, scanning the room. He's right in front of the window, one hand on the glass. At last, you are standing next to him, looking through the window to see what could have put him in such a state. It's raining. Doe hates rain, he hates water in general actually. As a regular guy, that's what he fears the most, since his fake body can melt in a heartbeat. So, Doe can't really keep an eye on you, or stop other men from approaching you on the street, and that terrifies him.

-Doe is definitely going to beg you to stay at home, and no matter how many times you'll tell him, "No, I have to work. It's important." It won't change anything.

-As you get ready for work, you can feel his arms grabbing your waist and pulling you into a hug. "Stay! Just today! Please, please, please! S̸̻̝̎͠t̷̲̣̐͑á̸̩ỹ̸̖̗."

-His body is warm, and when you feel that heat emanating from the regular guy, you can't help but think about staying home for a brief moment. But times are tough, you can't afford to miss a whole day just because it's raining.

-He insist on walking you to the front door and ask if you're absolutely S̴̖̯̆̄Ṵ̵̋̿R̷̤̍̽Ë̴̲̫́̑͌ you want to work. 

-It is very hard for him to understand that you don't really have a choice.

-Once you've left, he's on his own.

-A lot of sadness, he keeps looking at you through the window, and when you disappear, he feels like you've abandoned him, so he'll just flop on the couch and whimper.

-You might get a LOT of messages like "What are you doing?" "Where are you?" "I miss you :(((((" “Do you still love me ?” “What did I do wrong ?” “I love you sm please answer me.”

-Doe will calm down a bit, after all there was a time when he was living alone... But still, being away from you is very depressing.

-Be prepared for an empty fridge. Or even no more fridge at all. Yes, a regular guy eats EVERYTHING, so if you unfortunately don't have enough food for his stomach equivalent to Kirby's... You'll have to invest in new furnitures.

-Unfortunately, food can't fill the void that your absence creates inside of him. But Doe has found a way to overcome his loneliness, don’t worry.

-There's nothing like dipping his head in your dirty laundry for him! There is your smell, and your r̸̢̰̕è̵̮͎ạ̷̓l̴̞͇̎ smell on top of that. He imagines you by his side and it makes him very very happy!

-Doe could spend the whole day in your dirty laundry basket, but he can't help thinking that you left because of him... Maybe he did something wrong.

-Since he is convinced that you left because you are angry at him, he wants to give you a little surprise!

-He's not the best at drawing, but he puts all his love into the little paper garlands he makes for you. Heart shapes, drawings of him and you, little scary cute smiley faces have now invaded your house.

-What's your favourite film again? Oh yes, that one. Doe remembers it, and plans to watch it with you when you get home! If he treats you like a princess, you'll N̷͔̍Ė̸͇̖V̸̯͎̎̃Ë̸͓̭́͋Ř̴̥ leave again, r̵̠̈́͐ĭ̴̟g̸͉̠̏h̶̻̿t̴͈͌̈?

-And he's waiting.

-He's still waiting...-

-Until you're finally here!

He wants to throw himself at you, but you stop him with a wave of your hand. So you're really mad at him? At least, that’s what he thinks. Doe stands, trying to calm himself by rubbing his hands together, while staring at the floor. You take off your soaked coat and immediately hug him. You couldn’t take him in your arms with wet clothes, it could hurt him ! As a result of your gesture, he holds you tightly, very tightly... Okay TOO tightly. "I missed you so, so, soooo much, don't e̸̝̻͎̋͝v̵̫͓̽̽̍̍͑ḛ̸͖͈̈́͆̿͝r̶̥̝͎̫̻͂ leave me again !! I loooove you !" You barely have time to listen to him before something else catches your attention. The state of your apartment. You're missing some furnitures, aren't you? And there’s so many pieces of paper... Why is the laundry basket on the couch ??

Next time, you'll have to find a way to take Doe with you...

[Note : very sorry if there's any mistakes, English isn't my first language]

The bet /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: "shy az please please please, i dont really care about the story line but im in need of fluffy content. i loooove your work tho sm."

Warnings: None

Word Count: 896

Notes: Finally managed to charge my phone and write something ugh

Main Masterlist

“She smells like roses.”

“She’s wearing her new leathers, they are tighter than the old ones”

“Cassian’s talking to her”

I tried to focus, but every time my shadows would tell me every little detail they could gather of her, they wouldn’t shut up for a second, making incredibly hard to concentrate, like she wasn’t the only thing i could think about already. Cassian had decided that he didn’t want to sparr anymore, so we just sit there, watching as Y/N and Feyre moved around, trying to hit each other.

“I suggest that you stop staring brother, or you will burn a hole in the lady’s body.” Cassian teased and i felt my cheeks getting hotter as Y/N turned her head in our direction for a second, a smirk dancing on her lips as she gave me a wink and turned again to Feyre, just in time to dodge a blow on her face.

“I wasn’t staring.” Cassian’s loud laughter filled the room, he knew i was lying but i didn’t care. Y/N was quite new to the inner circle, joining it after the war against Hybern, her beauty was captivating and she was a formidable warrior.

I was in love with her for quite some time, but every time she was close i would get really nervous and just say a weird thing before leaving the room. She was so confident and extrovert, the complete opposite of myself, and that was intimidating

She easily talked to people and made friends, why would she be interested in me? She was the life of the party, her laughter inspired joy in those around her and her bright eyes were capable of illuminating Velaris alone. She always knew what to say and how to leave me wordless, being flirty with me, leaving me confused.

“What are you up to pretty boy?” Her voice sounded in front of me, focusing on her face, her cheeks were red and she was glistening with sweat, an amused look on her eyes as she looked me up and down. Feyre was in the other side of the ring, drinking water and ready to leave.

“Just relaxing.” I said trying to sound casual, even my shadows were tamed near her, shyly dancing around her feet, she smiled even wider and lowered her body until her face was close to mine, I had to put a lot of effort to keep staring at her eyes, her cleavage just a few inches down, she laughed and shook her head.

“I have a bet for you.”!She got up again and started to walk to where we keep the real weapons, her fingers slowly tracing the blade of her favorite axe, she grabbed the handle, pulling it away from the wall and spinning it like it weighted nothing. “We are going to sparr with real weapons, I bet I can get you on your ass. If I win, you take me on a date, if you win, I take you on a date. What do you say?” She rosed her eyebrow, the axe pointed at me.

“Looks like someone will be paying for my dinner.” I said, getting up while Cassian clapped happily like a child. I got to my sword while she positioned herself in the ring. My shadows started to looking around her, noting her weak spots, her defense and how sharp that axe was.

I stepped in the ring, rising my sword and getting in a attacking position. Firstly we just started to walk around each other, studying the others strategy, her face didn’t revealed anything while she kept her defense up. She then winked at me and her body just disappeared, she moved really fast while she swing her axe at my left flank, spinning to get out of the way, she just started to attack. I dodged some moves easier than others, my mind could only focus on how good of a warrior she was.

I decided to start attacking again, the sound of metal against metal drawing the attention of the rest of the inner circle, that joined Cassian, watching as we fight, she moved like smoke, fluid and fast. My shadows weren't able to keep up with her, they were too slow to inform me, when they whispered about where she was, she already were somewhere else.

My eyes caught sight of her and i twisted the blade in my hand, cutting through the Air and hitting her side, she yelped in surprise and stopped, her left hand grabbing where she was hit, while she fight to catch her breath.

“Do you give up? I'm craving that beef from the restaurant in front of Sidra.” She looked at me, while i assumed a more relaxed position, my arms crossed in my chest and a cocky grin in my face, she just giggled and disappeared again, her shadow surprisingly close as she kicked me off my feet, the blow making me fall on my ass and everyone started laughing, her blade shining in the Sun, dangerously close to my neck.

“Beef does sound good, but i'm thinking about something else Shadowsinger.” She removed her axe away from my body and turned around, walking away. “I will be ready by eight, do not be late, i don't like waiting.”