Never Mistake Mercy For Forgiveness

Never mistake mercy for forgiveness

Jjba writing practice

The form was tall, skin fair and olive in color. Smeared makeup as the lime colored hair framed the androgynously shaped head. The eyes, deep in color, green like the canopy of a rainforest wetted from the rains of stormy days and heavy humidity, were filled with dazed confusion. The form, showing peaks of wiry muscle, dripped the crimson colored fluids, they twisted and rolled down the folds of the outfit. Dripping. Pouring from the spot where the blow had been delivered. The form lurched forward, sneering. He hissed a jumble of words to his attacker. Who's gaze returned once more to the small images of the rainforest canopies that rested within the iris, now they filled with emotion. No longer was he struck with startled confusion, now washing over them was blood lust. A lust that wished to see this form, who had delivered a blow upon the unsuspecting body turned from the attacker, dead. Lust that sought the blood of all who stand in his way. And, as the body lurched forward again brandishing the fist to fill this lust, among the rumbling thunder and pouring rain there was a flash of lighting. The flash sending light into the air causing the pupils to shrink, almost as if to reveal what hide behind these emotions. For a split second a whole flurry of emotions shone through this lust for blood. But it was only for a fleeting moment.

Strike after desperate strike was sent to the blonde haired boy, but he seemed unbothered by this as the man shouted and groaned an agony and rage. Upon striking the boy would step aside and deliver his own punch to the exposed ribs, it was a waiting game now. A game to see who would slip up first. Like wolves they did a primal dance, sifting and twisting around one another, and like wolves they waited to see who fell first. Companions of the boy even gathered watching in intense anticipation as the blows kept being given. The fear seemed to be beginning to over take the man as more pain rushed through his body. This distraction as a voice called from the small crowd was his downfall, and he knew it. As soon as his eyes had darted aside his body seemed to scream, from deep down a primal voice chastised him and condemned him for this, and he knew exactly why. For as soon as he tried to correct this mistake all that he was met with was a fist planted in the face, his body collapsed as the rain continued to poor. He gagged as blood oozed from an assortment of cuts and bruises lined his body. His form tense as he barely held himself up, his gaze locked onto the cement as he caught his breath awaiting his fate. He looked around as footsteps approached, there stood the blonde haired boy he had so relentlessly been fighting, menacing as the rain poured over them. He could hear his heart pounding and once again the eyes shifted, the mask of a relentless murderer had been broken and now true colors showed.

behind the mask of these eyes there was more, pouring with blood and tears the eyes communicated something much clearer now. They spun a tale, sitting here they were filled with fear, the fear of a broken boy helpless to what he had become. Not just by the worlds help but with his own willingness to be molded into the beast that coward here. He huffed catching his breath as he was prepared for another blow to be struck but- a gentle hand was extended, the other shapes of the companions watched carefully, quiet mutters escaping them as the form which had been beaten and bashed looked to the blonde boy. His face still stern and cold but his body now more. . .forgiving? No. No. Merely understanding. Shakily, he raised his own wounded hand, and as his was taken, a strange new chapter seemed to have been opened in his book. He was not miraculously changed or forgiven by this act of kindness, but he was pulled from the deep hole that broken boy had fallen and dug into when he was so young. For the road to recovery was a long process

Some concept art for a jjba Au/Timeline shift part!!!

Part 4 & 1/2

> Following hol horse on his journey through italy as he searches for his lover of many years and their surprise son(Mista), as he has just received a letter declaring his son and her sudden illness. Thus when running into fellow Ex-Minions of Dio, pucci and vanillia ice he feels a resurgence of bad memories and distrust towards them, but will he learn to trust his fellow ex-minionees?! An au meant as an exploration of this trio's traumas and things to do with dio's manipulation, I plan on designing and throwing in even more of the part 3 minion blorbos soon >:)

Hol & pucci designs!! Trying to keep a heart motif :)

Nice hol design/full body without his little cape, showing off more of his heart motif (he also has a star shaped scar on his fore head in reference to the events of part 3)

Finally a nice Ice design (based off some vanilla ice clothes) and some flowery angst for the three!!! Ice also keeping in tune with the heart motif but this time it's broken hearts (Dios defeat leaving him broken and without a purpose so he now aimlessly follows pucci like a lost dog-). He also has burns referencing his presumed death in part 3 that actually just fugged him up a good bit :)

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Hermes w/ A3 in the Catjam pallet? Or maybe Pucci in B8 w/ the fistfight with god pallet

👁👁 they got his ass boys <33

Decided to shove them together for this one (no worries pucci will get to fight god soon <333)

Like to think Ermes calls them 'stand twins' bc Kiss and White snakes do look very similar and pucci hates every minute of it <333 (it's what he deserves smh <33/ Hj/Lh)

Well hold on now he may have a point-

Rumble, frenzy and ravage are probably cheering him on from the back of the room let's be honest

Luckily for you I am a god of the people @v01dv0r3

A gift of speedy and gentle pets <33

Also the image of the silly pooch bc I love it

Look at him sitting there