#desxderium

Doesn’t feel pity for the rest of the world, this reality was wretched to the core and condemned to start a new, but different, let the cards be in their favor for once instead of fate playing their moves for them. Even if it can be seen as selfish by others, is their opportunity in the end and they can’t waste it.

Their lives took many turns without return, each day Frost knows more of a piece of Rebecca’s life, one that began way before the humans in Earthrealm could even build civilizations and live for the lust of war and greed. Greed has always been in the hearts of everyone, human or not, as she got to hear from what Shao Kahn did to Edenia. And this land is simply a collage of the beauty that Edenia once was -in the eyes of Rebecca, for Frost was hard to imagine such glorious realm-

Killing was like second nature to him—The Authority had made certain of that. He’s not under their thumb anymore though, he’s free to do what he will but what can he really do without prospects? Without a legitimate past? Besides, he can’t say he didn’t enjoy the work. It was what he was created for, what he had drilled into his brain for years and taking out the scum of the earth hardly felt bad.

So he was continuing to act as an assassin even now. Carefully vetted jobs, only enough to keep him afloat in the world. Money was a constant need out in the world and he had never actually had to worry about it before. Not that he’s worried now. The jobs keep him more than comfortable and then there’s Cole’s father who is allowing him to tap into Cole’s inheritance that he never got to touch before his death. And still it remains untouched, only there in the case of an emergency which Corbin can’t see arising anytime soon.

He gets a little money from consulting with NYPD Detective Adelaide Fay D’Angelo too. Not much but a little.

This current job has brought him to a rooftop in Midtown to take out some big time drug lord who was funneling meth into underprivileged communities. He knew how he’d do it. Quick shot through the window with a sniper rifle and then he’d be out. Simple.

What gave him pause was finding somebody else on the very roof he planned to set up shop on. A gun was already in her hands.

“Well, this is awkward,” he stated. “You here for me or Mr. Mendez?”

Lost souls call out to her, beacons in the fog between life and death. She couldn’t help them all, but she could at least try to offer some comfort and understanding. 

This one was a wraith— trapped, unable to move on until her business was resolved. What business was that? Her soul was too tortured for even the Death Goddess to see. For all she had come to know she was not omnipotent as many liked to think all gods should be. 

@desxderium​ said:

I always loved your art sm and it hasn't changed. Keep on being awesome dear!

Thank you very much! Means a lot considering just how GORGEOUS your art is! I told myself I was losing passion for drawing YET... I’m STILL doing it. I guess it’s probs something I’ll never stop, even if there are times when I’m not doing it as often.

@elisethetraveller​ said:

!!! How are you so good at shading?? It looks amazing!!

OH. THANK YOU. Shading is the hardest thing for me! ESPECIALLY shading with colored pencils! I STILL don’t understand how they work, but I’m trying to get better at them! I’m glad I did a good job!! 😊✨

@the-arkham-librarian said:

Eliza vc: Yup, that's my mess of a brother.