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The Skies of Dead

Summary: When London become devoured by walking corpses and mysterious virus, two complete strangers try to find a way to keep on surviving in the rotten city.

Warnings: zombies, graphic description of violence

Words: 3223

Authors: Cass & Grizzly

A/N: Cass here! My boyfriend has always had a little dream about writing his own story. I am so glad I could have helped him in making this dream come true! Hope you all will enjoy it as much as we did while writing! I love you, sweetie! 😍😍

As Arthur Bristow stood across from the building and debated with himself whether or not he should enter the Shard building, the humming and chanting grew louder.

Arthur held a machete up, breathing deeply as he checked once again if the blade was sharp enough.

Who is in there? What in blazes are they doing?

It had been a horrible week to the man. It was now four days later, and the reports of missing persons and murders in the streets of London had multiplied to shocking statistics. The city was seeing its fair share of violence, too, and it all seemed to orbit around the Shard skyscraper.

That morning four days ago, Arthur had gone to his office, finished his paper work, packed his pocket voice recorder, and set off walking to the London Eye where he had to meet with famous guest, who was about to share an interview to him. When he arrived on place, he realized the recorder wasn’t in his pocket. That made him angry and frustrated. Had he dropped it on the way? It could be anywhere between The Times office and London Eye. Arthur cursed when he realized his foolishness. Nevertheless, he made up his mind to return to his office and look for the recorder. It was when he saw undeads for the first time. Everything bursted out of nowhere, people were chasing others, trying to bite their flesh, and as soon as someone has been bitten, they turned into undeads as well. And most of infected went out of Shard. Was it a coincidence?

This day Arthur had taken a short side trip to London Bridge Street to take a look at the Shard, and here he was. Scared and hesitant. The sweat trickled down his neck. His heart rate had increased.

If you’re going inside, you’d better get going, he commanded himself. Be brave. It can’t possibly be that bad, can it?

He stepped into the street and crossed to the other side. It was then that he realized there wasn’t much traffic. For a Saturday morning, that was unheard of.

Where was everyone? Perhaps the Londoners were just as frightened as he was and were staying indoors. Good for them.

Arthur went up the stone steps and put his ear to the doors made of glass. The ugly chorale was a symphony of moans. It sounded as if the people inside were in pain and were collectively and wordlessly expressing their misery. A bunch of very sick civilians had gathered in...

Steeling his nerves and taking a deep breath, Bristow opened the doors. The stench that met his nostrils almost overpowered him. He gagged and put a hand over his mouth. He considered turning back, but now his curiosity got the best of him. He stepped inside.

The inner foyer was empty, but it was clear that the noise was coming from theinside, off to the left. Artur slowly approached the double doors to the great conference room, swallowed, and opened them.

The horror inside was too much to comprehend. And then the source of the terror turned its attention to him..

The coldness of old, stoned basement was growing with every minute Emily was spending there. The lightbulb was shining brightly but even light didn't change the fact about her position. She sat in the corner of the room, scared and cold with her back pressed hard to a wall.

Just a four days ago this young lady was working at a veterinary clinic. She never said her work was hard, being close to animals of all kinds was the main goal in her life. Their size never frightened her but that day all animals acted weird just like they would feel something that people did not, cats were hissing and dogs were nervous.

Due to some unexplained reasons, all patients canceled their appointments or simply didn't show up. This was highly suspicious to every worker but the truth was that there was no one to work for so everyone was sent home.

Emily lived outside London in a small village.

She got into her car and drove through the streets, this was when she saw the undead for the first time even if she wasn't completely oblivious to the fact then.

The man shuffled trough driveway, he was covered in blood and didn't look healthy, Emily did her best to pass him by thinking that it was just some kind of sick person on a lose.

Even if the house was small it still was cozy and enough for a young woman. Even if the day seemed quiet it quickly changed into chaos.

Emily looked through the window as soon as she heard screams outside, the things that she saw made her stomach turned.

People were running and attacking each other, acting like rabid animals which only goal was to bite someone. The sidewalks were already splattered with blood, turned body decorated streets and lawns.

At this point, only one thing hit Emily - thought about finding a shelter. She needed to hide from horrors of the outside world.

An only safe place that she knew was her basement, she ran there as soon as it was possible.

And this was how she ended in such a bad position but she knew she couldn't stay there forever.

Arthur Bristow opened his eyes, winced at the brightness of the new day, and immediately vomited. He forced himself to get to his knees in order to keep the vile stuff from getting on his clothes, although lying in the recesses of a burnt-out building wasn’t the cleanest place he could have hidden.

Soot, ash, and blackened pieces of the wooden roof that had caved into the space littered the floor; its filthiness hadn’t been so obvious last night when he’d slithered inside the structure of Big Ben.

You don’t care too much where you’re going when you’re running for your life. The main thing is to hide—quickly and silently—so they don’t get you.

After he’d finished heaving, Arthur crawled away from the mess and weakly collapsed. He lay on his back, looking up through the gaping hole at the clouds in the bright blue sky. This one building was the most iconic, both palace and clock tower.

Ironically, it was a beautiful day outside. The weather was perfect, although hot, ideal for a relaxing swim in the hotel pool.

Big Ben was now a relic of the past. The luxury establishment was now burned, destroyed, and overrun with Infected. And it had happened so quickly. The siege by the creatures began after ten last evening, and it was over in less than an hour. Everyone who was still alive had fled into the dark, dangerous streets of London. Arthur was surprised no one else had followed him into this little shelter, where he huddled for hours in fear until he had finally fallen asleep.

Sleep. At this point, it was something that wasted precious time. And he didn’t have a whole lot of that left.

Man rolled up the torn sleeve of the windbreaker he had donned to keep warm. The bite on his forearm was angry, red, and swollen. It burned like the dickens. He noted the time on his wristwatch; it had been roughly seven and a half hours since the Infected’s teeth had clamped down and punctured his skin. Now, the wound appeared diseased and putrid. Yellow pus oozed from the several perforations. It was gross, it hurt, and it was certainly deadly. Arthur quickly covered it with the sleeve of his leather jacket, although it, too, exhibited punctures in the fabric.

He stifled a cry, but the tears flowed regardless.

Emily growled pushing the heavy flap of the basement, the morning felt cold even if the sky was clear outside.

She wasn't sure how many days she spent in the basement. Her fear was paralyzing to the point that she refused to leave the safe place, thanks God for jars of food she had there.

Emily moved to window, a view there calmed her down but at the same time gave her weird feeling of danger.

The horror she saw before hiding, disappeared. Now streets were simply empty, some splashes of blood but that was it. Whatever happened she couldn't just stay there and wait for the rescue because that might never come.

Emily had chaos in her head but she had to do something so she grabbed her bag and packed some simple items like a flashlight and some bandages as well as something to eat, then put on her jacket and slowly left using the front door.

How angry she was when she saw her car was gone, all she saw was little bits of glass scattered over driveway.

Emily decided that she had to get to London, the capital of the whole country simply had to have some kind of a shelter or at last information of what the hell happened.

The young woman opened the garage and looked inside, the only useful thing there was a bike. There was no other way so she had to use the bike.

The way to London was terrible, it was a long time since she used the bike for the last time.

No matter what place she went by, they all were almost empty. Almost was the word, on her way she saw some moaning, whining, mangled figures but she never dared to get close.

The City of London was always beautiful and full of life, it was one of the most popular cities in the whole world but now it looked sad and empty.

Streets splattered with blood, old newspaper scattered all around the city, wrecks of cars.

Was it war or something else?

Emily jumped off the bike as soon as she got to one of the most iconic places in the whole city - Big Ben.

Looking around Emily smiled seeing someone walking the street.

"Sorry!," she yelled. "Hello! Excuse me but do you know what happened here? I look for some information and maybe... some government shelter," she said walking to the stranger. The horror grew big as soon as she got closer to the person

It wasn't really a person. It was a living corpse. Empty eyes and grey-white skin, its jaw was half ripped exposing everything inside. It was missing a whole arm. The creature let out a weird sound and started quickly moving toward Emily.

"Fuck! What is this! Help, can somebody help!?," Emily let out a high pitched scream and started running, trying her best to lose the monster or hide from it.

How long did he have? There was no question that he would turn. It happened to everyone who was bitten. Sometimes it took a few hours, but he had seen others fight it for up to two days. His former friend had wisely conjectured that it depended on how healthy a person was. If you were young, strong, and in good shape, then you lasted longer. The weak, elderly, and very young children turned quickly. And it was horrible. Arthur had seen first-hand what transpired when a person turned. He didn't want that to happen to him.

The nausea had passed, but Arthur felt as if he had the flu. He placed a palm to his forehead and realized he was burning up. How high was her fever? No way to know. Could his healthy resistance keep himself from turning before the medicine arrived?

If the medicine arrived.

Arthur dug into the backpack again and pulled out the handgun. It was a Colt. He appreciated the weight in palm, and then he lifted it to his head. He placed the end of the barrel to temple and wrapped  finger around the trigger. It would be so simple. Just squeeze. Perhaps a moment of pain and surprise, and then blackness. Arthur would never have to experience the horror of turning into one of them. It was truly the sensible thing to do. Who was he kidding? He was doomed. Nothing was going to stop him from turning, unless... The fucking medicine.

But before he could bolt, Arthur heard some noises outside of his shelter. And a voice. NORMAL VOICE OF SOME WOMAN.

"Fuck," he cursed and put gun back into his backpack, then took a bat with himself as he headed downstairs and out of Bog Ben, right onto empty street.

The woman was running out before one of Infected.

Arthur sighed and made some noise to distract undead.

The thing that used to be a guy emitted a howling snarl and leapt forward with surprising agility. Reflexively, Arthur swung the bat as if he was trying to knock one out of the ballpark. The club smashed into guys’s head, throwing him back onto ground. Arthur swung the bat again, striking the man’s arm. There was a loud snap and the man wailed. Arthur was sure he had broken a bone. Again, Bristow struck with the weapon. This time, the bat hit the man’s neck, surely snapping it. The horrid noise coming out of his mouth abruptly ceased as his throat was crushed. Arthur kept swinging wildly. Thing tried to get up. He drew closer and then,the bat walloped him in the head. He fell to his knees but kept grappling. Arthur clouted him again, and this time Infected dropped to the ground, unconscious.

All was quiet, except for Arthur’s rapid breathing. He shut his eyes, said a silent prayer, and then looked at the body, only to move his glance at the stranger.

Emily was sitting on the ground, her back pressed against the wall, arms covering and tightly holding her head. Her eyes were wide and cheeks were wet from fresh tears, she was hasping for air.

She was never attacked before, since begining she didn't know what was happening but this was madness, horror.

She loooked at stranger, shivering hard. He just killed this... Thing. What if he will kill her next.

"I do not have anything that would be valuable with me! Don't kill me!," Emily whimpered with voic full of fear.

Arthur tilted head aside and snorted shortly.

"I don't care. Come," he walked to her and offered his hand. "Unless you wanna rather stay here and wait for death."                

Emily blinked a few time, thinking about all of this. After a moment she nodded and wiped her eyes before taking stranger's hand.

There was no other hand, and she had to survive somehow, no matter what happened here. She had to trust him, looking at the situation from a minute ago she would never survive alone.

"What... What had happened here? I don't understand, one day everyone went crazy," Emily said as she followed the stranger.

He hushed her by raised hand. "Quiet or we will become their dinner."

He led her inside the clock tower and as soon as they passes threshold, Arthur made sure to lock door and push heavy drawer in front of them, just in case.

All the windows were covered with anything that was available then: rags, furniture, newspapers glued to glass.

She pressed her lips together and nodded, studying his face carefully. Emily had to admit he was a handsome man, she couldn't say his age but he wasn't old. She followed him.

Inside Big Ben, Emily looked around amazed and terrified. Emily looked at stranger waiting at the permission to speak.

"What were you doing out there, all alone, no weapon?," Arthur asked as he took a trip along the wooden stairs. "You had wanted to get your head cut off by their teeth?," he continued leading the way.

Emily watched him unsure what to say, finally, she found the right words. "What do you mean? I have no idea what was that... I guess I spend a too long time in this basement of mine," she said and quickly followed the man. "I just saw this madness and hid, I have no idea how long I spend there. When I left I simply packed some food, bandages and went to London. Is this some kind of government shelter? Or maybe you know how to get there... Oh! I am Emily, by the way," young woman smiled sweetly at the stranger.

"You have bandages? I'll need them," he said simply, he didn't pay more attention to her other words. "No. There's no government shelter. The government is dead by now I bet," Arthur growled as they approached the controlling room at the higher level of clock tower.

He opened door ans shifted aside to let Emily in. He followed her closing door behind him.

Emily looked around and nodded. "Yes, I have bandages and what do you mean, they are dead? What even happened? Is it the War Wold 3?"

She took off her jacket and bag and looked inside then back at the man.

"Come here... I will help you with whatever happened to you. I hope that my bandages will be enough."

"Don't," he growled deeply eyeing her. "I don't need your help, who you are, a fucking nurse?"

Arthur felt even worse now. The flu-like symptoms hit him more strongly than before. He sat down on the cot laying under the window, he rested back of his head against the wall and gasped. "No one knows," he said after moment of silence, "It just happened. People turned into killing machines. They attacked everyone on their way. Nothing could have stopped them, even a gun shot. Now I know only a headshot can take 'em down."

"You don't need my help so you don't need need my bandages, sir," Emily growled with a frown and went to find herself a nice place to sit. She found it in the corner of the room, she put the jacket on the floor and then sat down and looked at the man. "Sounds like zombies or something. So? We are stuck in a real-life horror movie? What now?"

"Can you shut your mouth for a bit, my head hurts," he told her coldly gazing up at her. "I just need them. And be grateful, I happened to save your life," Arthur said.

He felt rotten and didn’t know if he could find the strength to stand again and keep moving. Should he grab the revolver and shoot himself now? The sickness was worse.

Emily frowned and took the bandages out of her bag. She threw them to him with some little snack she had with herself. "Thank you," Emily whispered to not annoy him anymore.

Arthur had gotten up. For a few seconds he felt dizzy and was afraid he would be sick again, but it passed quickly. He moved to the side and waited until his thumping heart slowed.

He looked at her. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to be mean. I am scared and lost, just like you," man said.

Emily got up and slowly walked to him. "I am kinda used to this but fighting won't get us anyway. Come on, let me help you with whatevere happen. I am a vet but... bandaging man can't be harder than bandaging a dog," she shrugged with soft smile.

"It's gonna be rough tough," he said glaring at her. "I was bitten."

my and @the90sfreshestdude's ocs

the one being held is Benny, and the one holding him is Bongo 💪

ITS FINALLY DONE

a collaboration between me and @the90sfreshestdude :,)

im dissolving

im finally free

here's the stats

i swear this is about to become an oc blog 😭

anyways here's more ben and bon cause i cant get enough of them

@the90sfreshestdude

another silly comic of ben and bon <3

and art of bones that i just made

im very normal :)))))))))

Ben & Aster, the only two of my OCs who are canonically in a relationship.

They met when Ben was 18 and Aster was 20. Ben was spraypainting the wall of a book store in broad daylight when she watching him from over his shoulder.

It was sort of a “love at first sight” type of situation for Ben. They started to chat and talk about their mutual interest in visual arts (Aster is a tattoo artist and was in college at the time), and the whole time Ben was thinking of how hot she was. By the end of the conversation, he asked her out to a coffee date, to which she agreed to and the rest is history.

After parting ways, he ended up being arrested but got bailed out by Aider’s dad lmao

Hello!! I have more art it is honkai star rail again 😞

1-Sunday design for a little au I made for fun

2- Blade for that same au

3-4- The trailblazers!

5- Sampo AGAIN 😒

6-7- another masked fools oc ^_^ I have not named them yet but they are a bartender at the tavern

8- Aventurine and Mafu talking (Mafu belongs to @magiciansbooth ^_^)

9-10- Mistro and the other unnamed masked fool oc I showed earlier

Echo ref, Illusion's gf!

I'm falling so behind but I swear I'll see this challenge through! For now have the fourth day, featuring my lovely doomed yuri couple, Kairos and Kyn <3

Surprise! Another prompt done! I'm not sure how I managed to squeeze out a new one today after having written a different one already, but I'm not complaining. Kairos and Kyn are always a pleasure to write about. Plus its been forever since I wrote any smut and I'm happy with how it came out!

Day 8: Umbrellas

Fandom: None

Summary: Kairos wakes up next to her beloved, but in the middle of their affections, something breaks the moment.

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1,751

Characters: Kairos (OC), Arkyn (OC)

Kairos shifted in the lavish bed, taking some blankets with her. Yet an unexpected opposition against her tug made her try again in vain. With one last try, now half awake and half asleep, she finally managed to bring the blankets to her side, along with something else.

The queen readjusted herself to cuddle up the vampire, one arm resting on her chest and one leg lazily draped over hers, both women entangled in bed. Queen Arkyn yawned, opening her eyes slowly as she woke up. She glanced up at her companion, Kairos’ white hair tangled and messy after last night’s activities, her pale skin decorated with almost completely faded bite marks and hickeys. Kairos glanced down at her beloved as well, softly cupping her cheek as she admired her in all her glory, the sheets doing little to nothing to hide their bare bodies. She felt a surge of lust reawaken as her eyes travelled down to the queen’s chest and torso, hers free of any love marks to ensure her husband wouldn’t suspect a thing. The blankets cut off the great view far too early for her liking, but she remained civil. They had drunk plenty of wine the night before, and while Kairos could barely feel the effects of alcohol in her body—a perk from being an immortal being with regenerative healing powers—the queen wasn’t so lucky, and the vampire didn't want to disturb her if she suffered from a hangover.

Kyn’s skin was warm to the touch, while hers was cold as a corpse, giving away her undead nature. The queen melted into Kairos’ affections with a dreamy sigh, earning a chuckle from her forbidden partner.

“What’s so funny?” Kyn questioned as Kairos caressed her cheek with her thumb.

“Nothing. I just find it endearing how the oh-so-wise and stoic queen becomes a puddle of sighs and blushes in my arms” she replied teasingly, a playful yet sweet smile tugging at her lips.

The queen, a woman well into her 40s, pouted at the tease. She shifted on the bed to get on top of Kairos, her head now resting on her bare chest as the vampire traced idle lines along her back.

“At least I’m not the one who needs a pillow to quiet myself at night”, Kyn teased back, her grin growing as Kairos blushed.

“Quiet, you”

The queen giggled at her mumbled words and leaned in to kiss her.

Kairos happily returned the kiss.

While these nightly encounters were fewer and more scattered than Kairos would have liked, there were nights like that one when they were free to enjoy each other’s company without interruptions. With the king gone for some important meeting in the neighbouring kingdom, their kids off with their grandfather for the weekend, and little to nothing significant for the queen to do, both women had agreed to meet up and enjoy themselves. And enjoyed themselves they had.

Their clothes lay scattered around the bedroom floor, having been tossed and quickly forgotten by the couple amid their haste to make it to the bed; the cups of wine still had some remnants of the drink, the bottle open and empty.

Kyn’s lips travelled down from Kairos’ own to her jawline, gently sucking and nipping at her neck as she lowered her head further. The vampire hummed at her affections, one hand grabbing the queen’s waist and the other tangled between her hair.

The previous night, the queen’s room had been filled with sounds of pleasure and desperation, a shared feeling of urgency to explore each other’s bodies once more. Sweet laughter and whispers followed by gasps and whimpers, moans muffled by lips or pillows to ensure the castle would remain ignorant of their activities. However, that same sense of urgency had disappeared, replaced by something else.

As the queen glanced up at Kairos, the vampire gently lifted her and pushed her against the mattress, now with her on top and her precious Kyn underneath her. That was how they usually started those encounters, yet later, they often found themselves in opposite positions and roles, and both were very much on board with it. Their eyes locked briefly, and Kairos couldn’t help but admire the view before her. While time had yet to affect her physical appearance, her lover had grown older with the years—some grey hairs mixed in between her brunette locks; her porcelain-like skin showed creases along her mouth and eyes, and her eyes, while still ignited by the same passion she shared for her, lacked a certain shinning, a flicker of youth Kairos had once thought permanent in her gaze.

The vampire felt her heart ache, a sudden sadness threatening to take over her mind. If only she had reached out sooner rather than hiding as a monster, scared of getting rejected by her beloved, maybe then they could have shared countless more nights like that one. Perhaps she wouldn’t have been forced to marry that dreadful husband of hers. Maybe-

“Kai?” the queen’s soft voice broke the vampire’s thread of thoughts, her eyes once more landing on her bare form and the sadness leaving way for a familiar burning passion.

“Yes, my sweet?”

“If, you know, you don’t want to do this again, that’s alright. I know I’m not exactly in my prime, and giving birth does take its toll on a woman’s body…” Arkyn laughed nervously, a soft blush spreading to her cheeks, feeling like a teenager talking with her first crush all over again.

Kairos shut her up with a kiss, earning a gasp from her lover yet feeling her melting into it regardless. Once their lips parted, leaving both women breathless, Kairos reached out and gently caressed her cheek.

“You are even more beautiful than I could have hoped,” she murmured as she studied her lover’s body, her hungry gaze leaving no patch of skin unseen. “I just wish I had reunited with you earlier to worship you as you deserve.”

Worship. That was it. Someone as beautiful, kind, witty… As perfect as her dear queen deserved nothing, if not the treatment of a goddess from her followers. She deserved to be worshipped and pampered, to be treated like a deity amongst men. Kairos might have lost time, but she was more than willing to make up for it all.

Before Kairos could fully delve into the s heets once more to prove to her queen just how much she still wanted her, a sound broke the quiet of the night. A rooster’s song made its way to the queen’s chambers, making Kairos halt her assault on the queen’s chest. She frowned, glancing up to the window. As a former farm girl, she was used to the sounds of the animals, and she knew by heart at what time of the day each felt more active. It was true that they had fallen asleep, but surely their slumber had lasted less than an hour, a couple at most… right?

“Something wrong?” Arkyn asked breathlessly, her eyes half-lidded as she glanced up at her partner.

“…What time is it, Kyn?”

“Uh…”

The queen got up from bed, leaving Kairos alone between the sheets and furs that sat atop the luxurious mattress. Kyn stumbled towards her desk; the discarded clothes, the darkness, and her residual dizziness made her trip by accident on some of the garments. She reached for her pocket watch, and her eyes widened as she registered the time. Kairos didn’t reach to see the hour, but her night vision allowed her to catch the surprise etched on her lover’s face. She frowned at her expression, raising her head from the comfortable pillows.

“Kyn?” she urged her.

“So… It’s kind of a little bit past 6.50 AM”, she answered softly, trying to keep panic from settling into Kairos, which happened anyway.

The vampire usually left the castle far earlier than that, not daring to be found out by the queen’s maids that barged into her bedroom with the sunrise, or even worse, getting caught by daylight and burning alive as she tried to return to her manor. If it was that late already, then the sun would come out any minute now, and both Kairos and the princess knew the castle wasn’t a safe place for her to wait out the daylight while hiding from everyone.

“How did we sleep so much?!” Kairos gathered her clothes along with Kyn, putting them on in a rush.

“Well, there was the wine, and then we did end up pretty tired after we tried that new thing with the candles…” the queen murmured under her breath as she searched for something, making Kairos blush.

“It was rhetorical , Kyn, but thank you for the reminder; I was there, too.” She started buttoning her blouse, yet her hands kept clumsily missing the small holes. “Ugh, stupid buttons!” She gave up on her blouse and floated around the room as she put on one shoe, looking for the other all at once. “Have you seen my other heel?”

“Bathtub?” Kairos quickly flew into the queen’s private bathroom, finding her lost heel and necklace inside the tub.

“Thank you, love.”

Arkyn felt a quick kiss on her cheek as she kept digging in her closet, Kairos putting on her heel on the other side of the room. Her hands fumbled around the different drawers and compartments, frantically searching every nook and cranny of her wardrobe. Just as Kairos was about to announce her departure, the queen rose victorious from her search and rushed to her side.

“Here. It’ll help you avoid the first rays of sun.”

Kairos looked down at her hands as the queen passed her what she had been looking for: an umbrella. She looked up at her beloved, her smile causing one of her own to appear on her face, and she gently kissed her lips.

“I’ll be back tonight”, she promised, the vampire’s lips lingering on the queen’s for a second longer than necessary.

“And I’ll be waiting for you. Now go before the sun catches you.”

With a heavy heart, Kairos opened the window and opened the umbrella. She glanced back at the queen, her body refusing to go away so soon, yet the sense of rush grew with each passing second.

After sending her one last kiss, the vampire jumped out of the window and flew away, her figure soon becoming a blur for the queen, who watched her departure from her bedroom.

Je surkiff totalement 💙✨💙✨💙✨💙✨💙✨💙✨💙✨

"Madame, Delivery ~" Comic

Hi ! a little comic about a beautyful Banshee and a vampire meeting at a ball ~ Inspired by my first illustration and the art of JC Leyendecker.

The handsome vampire men is the oc of @mizaryroku It was just a little idea like that, maybe i can say it's an AU ? maybe It was also a good training for me, i want to do more comics !

let's gooooooo and i hope you like it ~

Hold on let me just draw ACME ocs because I’m bored and have bad cramps :3

Cynthia Goodwells

As you guessed it, Veronica and Naveah’s little sister.

You can say her new family paid off, as she works for ACME now.

The only kid with yellow eyes.

Dyed her hair white to remind herself of Veronica.

Has a sweet personality like Naveah. Also a bit shy, and has a quiet tone.

She has two cats, Coffee and Caramel.

She has a best friend (maybe lil crush, because idk why not, oc x oc is cool) named Xane. (So unique right guys)

Also is friends with Julia, they love history.

Whenever Cynthia is a bit stressed, focusing really hard, or just a bit nervous, she taps her foot on the ground. Or, she starts to play with her hair. She doesn’t like to do it, it gets her foot all tired.

Panamanian-American

Has her own office, as she needs a semi-quiet space to work. Cynthia gets agitated when there are multiple clicks of computer keys at once. It makes her distracted.

Her office was designed by Cynthia herself, she wanted it to fit her needs.

Has a picture of her as a baby with her adoptive parents. Also has another picture of her as a baby but with Naveah and Veronica instead.

Cynthia never understood why her siblings left her, or where they went. She misses them, sometimes it makes her upset just to think of them. She thinks it’s her fault.

Whenever she has one of those moments where she’s upset, she usually goes to Xane’s office to just…talk and relax. He really helps her a lot, and she’s glad he exists.

SLEEPS IN MY MELODY PAJAMAS BECAUSE WHY NOT

Dino hands sometimes, mostly when she’s comfortable :3

Also, was the second to agree that Carmen Sandiego wasn’t evil. She’s on the bandwagon just like Julia is.

Has seen Carmen Sandiego before, as in try to capture her with the rest of the ACME agents. But no luck, and decided in her head that it wasn’t the best approach at all.

Xane Johnson (I cannot draw legs please help)

A close friend of Cynthia’s, who’s also really smitten with her. (He’s so in love)

He’s a bit of a shy one, but works well with people nonetheless.

His tone is more soft than anything, he thinks it makes him sound weak.

Is also on the bandwagon, agreeing with Cynthia and Julia that Carmen is far from evil. (Did they say that? Idk, been awhile since I rewatched)

Xane is smart enough to tell when Cynthia isn’t feeling her best. Usually tries to cheer her up when she’s down, which works eventually.

Xane lives in an apartment, Cynthia is his roommate. So whenever they need to finish on work, they do it together in the living room.

An only child, so he doesn’t know what it’s like to have siblings.

American

Been with Cynthia to try and capture the infamous Carmen Sandiego. But has paused after Cynthia figured another solution out.

Mostly spends his time with Cynthia.

(Idk what other hcs to list soooo I’m done :^)

Fun facts about Percy!

Percy can actually change their voice, but they just prefer the one she has now.

Percy has to charge at night. It's basically like sleeping for them now.

They aren't human at all (at least anymore ;) They actually only have mechanical insides.

Instead of kissing Angel (because they don't have a mouth) Percy hugs her and gives her gifts like random stuff they found outside and stuff.

Is like 7 or 6ft tall but compared to Angel, they are a giant because Angel is 4'10.

(Here is a fun fact about Angel now) She doesn't need to charge so instead she will literally go in Percy's arms then power down herself.

:) That last part is kinda accurate! I should write Angel’s and Percy’s backstories one day shouldn’t I? I’ll do it later when no one expects it.

Sketch dump w/ Percy and Angel!

Ironing out how I draw the GGG (gatekeep gaslight girlboss) Gang ☺️

I’ve also noticed how smol is the only one who has a more diverse range of colors 🤔 (even though they aren’t shown ehehe)

Also how I think Percy comes up with ideas! They make stories and prompts and show them on their tv screen! To which smol draws :)

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Somewhere in a far future. . .

Main masterpost

Creator of volt hi IM ILL TOO

I can't remember if I posted these yet, I'm ILL

Yeh, surprise

@eclipsacanbe

Not my oc on the left,

hashtag: fnf Lilah x Nessa

@eclipsacanbe just in case,

Yeh, surprise

@eclipsacanbe

Not my oc on the left,

doodles and random stuff,

and especially @eclipsacanbe.

Not my oc on the right ->

The hoodie headed one is my oc.