It Would Be A Lie To Say That Shego Hadn't Dreamed Of The Day She Would Be Free Of Drakken. He Was A

it would be a lie to say that shego hadn't dreamed of the day she would be free of drakken. he was a fool more than he was anything worthy of an opponent, an employer. if not for the contract, she would have left. it was embarrassing to be associated with him in public, carrying out the crimes for petty games while the others aimed for much higher stakes. the thrill must have been wonderful, she'd decided. the debriefs from punchline were enough to make her sigh with envy. she was meant for more than childish tantrums and playing secretary to a man too coward to confront his measly demons. and though she wouldn't say it aloud, there was more to it than just the contract. he'd managed to make her feel bad for even thinking about abandoning him. like a stray dog whimpering at her corner, clinging to her every move. “ ugh, i wouldn't even know where to begin when it comes to his money. i think he keeps it under a mattress but i know it's also in a safe. ” if there was one thing to give him credit for, was the fact that he had never divulged the realities of his funds. they were more elusive to her than anything else. perhaps that was his true leverage over her, over any of his connections.

she could just barely fight back the laugh that threatened to escape from the way the masseuse's touch tensed from their conversation, even despite the reassurance from punchline that they were simply equipped with overly inactive imaginations. “ i'll dump mine if you dump yours. ” it was lighthearted, yet filled with some semblance of honesty. shego harbored no good feelings towards the joker, she wasn't sure anyone actually did, but there was a level of respect she had for him in the reputation he'd built for himself, in the fear he'd weaponized so delicately. she strived for that herself. plopping the whole cucumber in her mouth, she chewed noisily as the staff quickly placed a new one over her eye, rendering her blind yet again. “ sounds good. he'll believe it because he didn't even do research into this place, either. i'll tell him we got robbed with sooooo many sales pitches that we just couldn't say no. to be polite. ” there was a pause as both hands reached up to give the staff a thumbs - up. “ and tipping. they're so good at what they do. what's next on the list ? ”

oh she could get used to this. alexis’ typical jobs left her with scraped knees and broken bones so a spa day wasn’t something she would ever decline especially when it was on someone else’s dime. shego had led her to the spot after a long debrief of what her boss expected from them but none of that mattered anymore when her body was practically becoming one with the soft padding under her. from her left came a generic zen playlist playing from tinny speakers that threatened to lull her to sleep. she was dangerously close to taking a nap when shego’s voice cut through her serenity. alexis couldn’t exactly relate to shego’s grievances. sure, joker had moments that alexis didn’t necessarily agree with but the man was a legend in itself. regardless of what irrationally stupid thing he did next, he would still be called the clown prince of crime and that was a crown alexis desperately yearned for.

“ i mean, you could just kill him and steal all his money. ” the hands kneading her shoulders came to an abrupt stop and she could feel their fingers tremble uncertainly. she leaned her head back and, despite the cucumbers impending her vision, aimed a bright grin at the startled masseuse. “ just kidding, hot stuff. it’s just bants. ” she definitely wasn’t kidding but they still had a job to do and shego would have her head if she got them kicked out so quickly. “ but seriously ‘go, you’re too good for him. dump your boss. ” she finally peeled the slices off her eyes and put them aside to look at shego. “ we make up an elaborate story about how there’s some trippy fumes in these spa diffusers that made us lose track of time. yanno, like the whole casinos and no clocks thing. ”

❙⠀ ⠀ 𝒊.⠀ TACHIHARA, MICHIZOU.⠀⠀⠀.𖥔 ݁ ˖⠀⠀“⠀⠀don’t look at me like that.  you know i’m right.  you get it.⠀⠀” ⠀⠀[⠀. . .⠀]⠀⠀@starspurn .

nothing short of aggravating with how well he could read her. just a simple downturn of brows, slightly furrowed with the faintest of wrinkles in - between, obsidians glinted with a slight narrow. to the world, gin was unresponsive and unfeeling, impassive with the expressions, hardly made up for the loudness of her actions. even those were silent, skillfully navigated in the shadows with the ease and quickness of death's linger. perhaps it was just the metallic zing of her blade the only sound out out of her, the only tangible thing to grasp. but tachihara, much to her dismay, had taken root, rendered himself a force not easily removed from the confines that pesky, beating little organ that demanded to be felt. she was no ghost, no scepter, but a breathing, human entity in his hold, in his eyes. previously deemed a weakness, perhaps still, but she'd foregone the caution that'd come with it. something about their hands being interlaced with the grim reaper, the nature of their jobs, and she'd lost the point in pretending any distance would prolong their lives. you know i'm right. it echoed in her mind. and instinctually, her head shook. just once, out of defiance.

this was no game, no light - heartedness in the confines of the rec - room or their own spaces. there was no laughter to be heard from others, just the sound of cocked guns and knives bristling against fabrics, the wind hitting the building around them with violence. it was a storm brewing, they'd known it would happen prior to setting out. they were cornered, for once. gin could see no way out of it and it angered her so, scared her even more. they'd just been looking at each other, speaking with just their eyes, unreadable to the crowd that was closing in around the perimeter, getting away with the barest of communications right under their noses. her mask was bloodied from the lives she'd taken moments prior, hands wet from the crimson, and yet she still felt the selfishness to reach out to him. she wouldn't just yet. there was only one person getting out, if any. they both knew it. he knew it first, and yet he still came with. you are out of your mind, she shot back, just with a glare that he'd read all too well. eyes darted towards the wound on his neck, where a blade must've kissed it from before. it wasn't vital, but still concerning enough. so she finally reached out to press against it, knowing he'd fight her off, knowing he'd been pleading her to leave. but she would not. “ not going. ”

Azula redraw commission 3/3

i need to be better about utilizing the characters on my directory and expanding on them instead of making new ocs from scratch every time so i’m thinking thoughts about azula and katara as demon slayers ……….. yeah.

finished the last demon slayer season 🤠

❙⠀ ⠀ 𝒊.⠀ VANITAS.⠀⠀⠀.𖥔 ݁ ˖⠀⠀“⠀⠀i heard enough, thank you, i know what betrayal sounds like.⠀⠀” ⠀⠀[⠀. . .⠀]⠀⠀@ilfateds .

huh ? the archiviste stopped plain in his tracks, head craning to face him with a look of incredulity. “ you cannot be serious. ” betrayal ? all because he had not purchased the last fruit tart ? he had known the human was hungry, playing detectives as they tried sneaking around altus, in search of ... clues ? vanitas was meant to be a doctor and though they both knew there was no shortage of curse - bearers, it was as if it'd all gone silent. he could feel charlatan still snaking around the depths of his mind, tendrils digging burrows into his brain, into his marrow, bleeding him out and taunting him with the memories of louis. it rendered his mind a rotting graveyard, of memories he'd long buried, the dead rising. they spoke of promises of reunion, but he'd long accepted that the dead remain dead, and that he was to focus on the present. wide eyes stared into striking blues, glint of electricity coursing, and then he reached out to shove him aside with little force. “ i simply did not buy it in case we had to leave. and we did ! you did not even recall there was a thing until i brought it up. there was no betrayal on my end, you absolute madman. ” before they could continue their bickering, he heard footsteps approaching, and then grabbed him like a bag of bones and lunged the two of them into an empty alleyway, into the shadows. it would not fare well for the vampires to discover fresh blood within their universe.