Show me the Champion of Light

1 simple character line art 30$, colour 60$

cashapp preferred. Same day delivery more often than not, depending on the time.

I do draw ladies if that's wanted lol

I've never drawn a furry character but I'm open to trying if it isn't super sexual

all kinks friendly, no minors if it’s dirty (yeah I’ll privately draw your kid or something, I won’t post it though.), no promoting hate. If you want private art it can stay private and I won’t share it.

If you know me in IRL I’ll take canvas commissions for hand painted work. If you don’t and are still interested you can pay for this but it’s more expensive and I’ll need your address ofc.

@deerilkka YOU WOULD BE MOST WELCOME 🤩

consume any and every piece of material pertaining to Middle Earth™️ thou shalt not skip a single thing, or bad things will follow (XD)

I hate reading but am trying to get into it lol I’m still part of the books are stupid crowd but have started buying books this year 😂😭

@deerilkka YOU WOULD BE MOST WELCOME 🤩

Well lookee, i’m actually on time for once, shocker XD

Unnamed rust wastes au:

Screaming, the heat of a fusion blast, rust dust behind his dentae- a servo seizes his helm-fin, rough, and Optimus shouts at the pain as he’s dragged back, the blue metal threatening to give way under the vice-like grip.

A voice, bellowing his name, a stranger’s plating in his line of sight, aching tanks as another blow sinks into his side. He coughs, spits energon onto the churned up ground, twists against the grip and feels something crack.

He stumbles back, suddenly free, and someone catches his elbow. Red eyes and silver plating, and concern that warms his spark.

Violence and pain and a rending void in his chassis and a world that falls apart-

Optimus’s systems flood into defence protocol and jerk him out of recharge. He’s up on his knees before he realises, shaking. For a moment he doesn’t have the strength to do anything save for hunch over and try to vent through the strain in his intake, and hazy spots of code swim behind his optic-shutters as he tries to slow the revolutions of his spark.

Chris looked back up too fast, “Did anyone see who brought it?

“No…” Leon frowned, “Why?”

Chris folded the card once between his fingers, for the first time all morning, Leon saw something genuinely cold move behind Chris Redfield’s eyes. The shift in him was immediate, like something in him had clicked into place the moment the card left Leon’s hand and the paper’s scent hit his nose.

Chris Redfield stepped forward, voice low and rough with something that wasn’t quite anger yet, but was heading there fast, “Who the fuck brought this?!”

Leon flinched slightly, not because Chris had never raised his voice before, but because he had never heard it aimed like that at him.

“I don’t know!” Leon said quickly, reaching for the card again, “Chris, it’s just— I just found it on the desk—” but Chris had already grabbed it back, and that was the problem, now it wasn’t a joke anymore.

Leon reached out instinctively, “Hey!! hey— give it back—”

“I want to know who left it!” Chris snapped.

“I said I don’t know!”

The card tugged between them.

A ridiculous, escalating struggle over a piece of paper that smelled faintly of leather and had somehow become the most important object in the building.

A pen clattered off the desk. Somewhere off the side of them, a detective muttered, “Oh, here we go…” with a full view of reception from the doorway.

Leon tried again, softer now, “Chris, it’s not a big deal, I was just—”

“It is a big deal,” Chris cut in.